I so have to figure out who killed, no, who murdered Hannah and why, Francis thought, staring eye-level into a half-empty wineglass as though it were her best friend, a day after Thanksgiving. Why didn’t she have the fucking Smith & Wesson I bought her last Christmas? Francis drew a syringe on an envelope. An uptick in Seattle suburbia murders had cops prioritizing a local politician’s killing over Francis’s wealthy aunt.

(© 2021 AC)

(Erica Orloff edited this short story. All of my short stories on Kindle are professionally edited.)

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