Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

Vincent stood eyeing her up; she held his gaze, unflinching, determined, and obviously proud of her flawless scheme.  He could read her silly little thoughts, thinking that she had him painted into a rosy red corner.  Not yet!

 

She looked a bit shocked as he eased out in a deep tone, “Fine, I’ll do it.  The sun is taking in its first breath of the day.  Soon, it will be pulsating over the horizon.  I haven’t much time.” 

When she did not respond, he probed, “Where is this man you wish to be rid of?” 

“In the car, two blocks over.  Kill him, then I’ll give you back your precious wallet,” she tossed out swiftly, suddenly aware of the thin strip of time she had to work with.

 

Vincent nodded, then vanished leaving Kregg resting on the pavement, probably entertaining dreams of an unrequited cherry pie.

 

He located the car quite easily, and opened the door.  Inside the passenger’s seat rested a nice looking man, his face shadowed with a beard.  Obviously, the vixen had drugged him.  Poor devil, he couldn’t have much of a life.

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.

 

Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read