Before he could move, she stepped on his hand with her left foot, placing her right foot a hair above his throat.
"The money," she growled. "I know you have it with you."
"How--"
"Because I worked with you, I know how you think. How else could I have gotten inside your defenses like that?"
Friday, March 28, 2008
55FFF - Chapter XX
at 11:58 AM
Labels: Flash Fiction
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