Jake smiled as he read the text.
–coffee shop. mall. 5–
Excited for his first job since the Army, he showered, dressed, and set out early. It would be nice to get back to what he knew.
She sat alone sipping from a white paper cup. The over-sized sunglasses fell short of covering her swollen black eye.
She nodded, pulled a bulging envelope from a small pink purse, and slid it over.
Jake compared the picture to the black haired man held in the cross-hairs. It was him. His breathing slowed melting the nerves away, exhaled and pulled the trigger.
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