Assassin's Apprentice: Epilogue
Today
Back to the Future
Zita was wedged in an uncomfortable crouch between the toilet and the bathtub. She’d been hiding there for an hour before Connie had arrived and afterward for forty minutes while she listened to ABBA, snacked on potato chips while scrolling through her phone, and prepared her bath. As Zita screwed on her silencer, a menopausal hot flash flamed across her skin making her slightly breathless. The cloying pine scent from the plug-in air freshener didn’t help.
She laid the gun on her lap and pressed her forehead against the cool porcelain tub. Better.
