Musical Accompainment: Stomp Me Out by Bryce Fox
The eyes reflect not but flesh alone, they summon truths we have long wished to keep buried.
CAMERON
I take a deep breath, nod at Carlos and watch with my heart in my throat and the gun in my hand hidden in my purse, as he slides open the door.
I step in first, just in time to see the way the attention of both men at the table and all the guards swing towards me.
Three of Conti’s men against Earl’s two. I can shoot fast but not that fast.
I offer the men in the room and around the table a sweet, self deprecating smile, see the way Conti leans back into his seat, with a wrinkle of his nose. I was not the one he was expecting.
“Sorry I took so long…” I say in a flurry, pretending to rummage in my purse even as Conti’s men turn away
