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Promises Kept

I never thought this would happen, not to me. Not in the garbage-strewn alley behind my apartment, blood blooming like a grotesque flower from my chest.

Carrie stood over me, hands white-knuckled around my Glock, eyes aglitter in her bruised and swollen face.

“A promise is a promise, David.”

Guess I should have believed her. . . .

 

Liz Powell.