Done and Dusted
He waited for his mark to arrive so he could fulfill his final mission — she was the one thing he hadn’t counted on
Heavy wooden door whooshes shut, slashing the dusty light inside.
Slow, measured footsteps clomp across the worn hardwood floor.
God-like, he saunters to the bar, taking the crowds and loud music in stride.
Eyes darting hither and fro, he…