She was late. He’d written seven o’clock on the card he’d given the maddening woman yesterday in Oxford. He felt a little sorry for her. Malena Alexander didn’t stand a chance if she showed up tonight. It would be like leading a lamb to the slaughter. One way or the other,...
Night and day. Every day. All day. He sat on stage, hidden in plain sight, on the floor in a dark corner, back against the brick wall of their set. Black hoodie pulled up over his head to shadow his face, he caught a few quiet moments while the stage crew finished testing ...