A Natural

“I sure will.” Bill opened the door, and managed to fire off a concerned, but still friendly, smile. “I have your number.”

“Thanks.” Officer Kitchener smiled back, and walked outside into the sun-drenched Sunday morning.

As soon as the door closed, Bill collapsed on the floor. Weeping in relief, his gaze pleaded at the closet door.

“He believed me. He's gone. Now stop aiming that thing at me.”

The closet door opened.

Wispy black hair, and tattoos all over. Oh, you've seen Christa alright.





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