In the murky, rain-veiled light that spilled into a filthy alley, Nick watched the gruesome scene play out. The man who called himself Viper leaned over his victimâ€™s body, his face alternately beige and bright orange in the flickering light of a broken neon sign. He grunted as he pulled his bloody blade from the dead man's chest. Nick turned up his collar when the rain came down colder and harder than before. He was glad of the rain. There would be less blood.
|Reckless by Maggie Shayne|