I’d walked in on the scene moments after it happened. Soon enough to see the bastard’s body still twitching and bleeding out. But now, in light of this new revelation, the timing seems rather convenient.
“Everything you told me was a lie,” I say. “Wasn’t it?”
She sighs. “Sit down, Phoenix. Please. This may be a long conversation and I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable.”
For the first time since I’d known her, she’s showing me her true face. Gone is the warm, affectionate grandmother who’s tended to my home for years. In her place is a cold-blooded assassin who shot my gun out of my hand from across the room without batting an eye.
“I could break your kneecaps,” she muses. “That would force you to sit. But I’d much prefer not to go to the trouble.”
I have to resist the urge to launch
