|Lightning strike. Via Cafrine – Flickr
|Continued from my last 100 Word Challenge: “Game Change.”
“We have a deal then, Reyes?”
And she’d shaken her new…Boss’s hand. Thought of old stories. Faust. Theophilius.
Thought more about Rory—who should’ve been west of the Mississippi by then—bleeding on the floor before the Boss’s desk.
She saw his face now, in the churning river beneath the ruin of the bridge. The man had always been nothing but trouble for her; he’d poached her purse last time they were together. Still…
Lightning split open the sky, forcing her retreat to the rotting remains of a nearby house.
Her hunt would have to wait until the storm passed.