PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Michael was not the greatest at being nonchalant. When he knew something he got this look on his face. Myra always said so. But Myra did not know what he did for a living. She wouldn’t know after today either, he’d make sure of that.
One of the three women talking to the manager was the assassin. The intelligence was light on this team. Too light for Michael’s taste.
He could feel the hair on his neck rise when the woman in the white sweater turned his way. Their was recognition and a dark smile. Yes, she was the one.