Feb 19, 2022
his steps are gradual as he paces. light filters through the windows into the motel room, the noise of a storm encroaching from the south up north. his car keys, maxim places on a worn-down drawer before leaning against it. “ i did not intend to. ” he looks her over, one cabal operative to another. “ garrick called a number a week before his death. turns out it was yours. why? ”
@perditcs : “ don't make the often-fatal error of underestimating me. ”