DC Suburbs -- Part 23
by Martin H Slusser

“Weird kid.”

“I believe him.”

“What? That the devil killed Ivanovitch and wants to kill him?” The man laughed.

“Well, maybe not that part.” She busied herself at straightening her desk. “But maybe the rest.”

The man looked at her, eyes filled with thought, and she turned from him. In this business you did your job and let the next jerk up the ladder worry about morals. A shaky Corpsman didn't last long. One who voiced doubts in the wrong company wouldn't live to collect a pension.

©2003 StoriesByEmail.com

Libertarian TV