Soul food

From Tara Roberts:

She hated making a mess. As a rule she went to great pains to avoid it. Typically clean up meant simply gathering spent casings, wiping down a blade, disposing of a garrote, the usual. This last job was going to be more complicated than that.

Even with all her experience, she couldn’t anticipate every scenario and this was one big fuck up. Nothing went as expected, from the mark not being alone, to a freak rain storm, to having to stay concealed far longer than was convenient. Read more