Smooth as Latex
Mishka drove by the house a second time. She was still early. It wasn’t like her. Her execution was usually flawless. It was nerves she decided. It was a new sensation for her, but this one was big, very big. The man was both powerful and dangerous, very dangerous. She backed the rental car into the driveway. It had stolen plates, but if someone should see the number and make a note of it, dots could be made, connected, people could get hurt. ...