At a pause in the conversation, Nancy Phillips raised her hand, her index finger pressing against his chest, "You have no right to intervene in my affairs."
Rowdy Brightwill's face changed instantaneously.
And, with a glance at him, Nancy Phillips let out a cold huff, then bypassed him and walked toward the door.
Rowdy Brightwill stood rooted to the spot.
For a long while.
Eventually, he bit down hard and turned to leave.
...
Shooting Range.
Flossie Wright finished shooting all her bullets at maximum speed.
And made sure her results were satisfactory.
By the time Rowdy Brightwill arrived, Flossie Wright was already on her last magazine.
Bang bang bang——
Calm, composed, silent.
Her slender eyes narrowed, her gaze deep and bottomless, a chill seeping from the depths, such that even the feeble sunlight that fell in her eyes held only an icy cold temperature.
