Chapter One, continued.
As he neared her door, he reached inside his suit jacket. Like a magician pulling a chainsaw from a top hat, the former angel drew a pistol the size of Valerie’s forearm.Valerie raised an eyebrow. Or he could be the universe’s stupidest assassin.She assessed her situation.Him: Older, meaner, with the advantage of calling high-powered backup.Her: Pregnant, tired, hungry, pissed-off, and trapped in a small enclosed space.The odds were bad.Just the way she liked it.
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