Friends of WF
There are two kinds of people in this world, she thought. Predators and prey.
The alley where she stood, unmoving in the silent shadows, was Florida warm. A playful breeze toyed with the litter at the mouth of the lane. She watched on, moving her eyes only as a tall bearded man stopped and glanced around in the darkness. He turned his back and stood quite still.
She waited. Five minutes. Then another five.
Officer Lina Flynn stepped forward into the light and said, "Good evening."
The man started. "Shit," he said. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to know you're alone."
He took an envelope from his pocket, extending his arm. "The others failed. They're dead--"
"Phone first," she said.
He rolled his eyes but handed it to her with his other hand.
She wrapped it in thick aluminum foil, handing it back.
"They're dead." He continued and gave her the envelope. "The targets were supposed to be on the boat when it blew. It's up to you now."
She glanced at the contents of the envelope.
"I won't miss," she said.