I'm writing a story 140 words at a time and posting the results here
daily. Can I sustain interest? Will I lose the narrative thread? Find
out in this next installment of Bullets Ain't Cheap
mull her options, going through the same operational checklist I would have five years before, when I was her. Fight? No. Flee? No. Negotiate and gather intel.
Her posture changed, her shoulders relaxed and her weight shifted to a normal, non-fighting stance. “He’s not missing. Yet.”
“Right,” I said, remembering protocol, “it hasn’t been forty-eight hours. Trust me, he’s gone. He thinks he’s found Kelly.”
Her eyes narrowed and her hands folded over her chest, but after a moment she nodded. “That’s why we’re paying you, isn’t it?”
“Which is how I know Burton is never going to find Kelly,” I replied. “Too easy. Three photographs and your intel guys have enough to find a man like him who doesn’t want to be found?”
She shook her head slowly. “Burton wouldn’t fall for a trap.”
“He doesn’t think
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