Mischief

night, it was Maggie? Of course, there was nothing he was going to do to

brainstorming about how best to tackle it. He knew the man he had sent to do the job. Just as he had told him earlier that he liked to do a clean job, he was sure the m

e. The door of his room was open, so he could see them walk past him, looking like they were headed o

ing them where they were going to? This was the first time ever

d put his head down awkwardly. She had every right to ask him that question

t's never happened like that in this city, did you not hear of it?' he asked Macy, and then darted his eyes to look

brother, pulling Maggie along with her while at it. She didn't want to wait for the conv

d know about it, what if that man comes after me again? I need someon

way? fight off a murderer? my brother is not poised for that sor

id. Maggie shrugged and had to agree with her friend. There was no need to tell Edward anything, there was nothing he would do than express shock, fear and whatnot concerning it and that would be the end of it, at least so she thought. If only she

er Maggie, that blood-thirsty son of a bitch won't stop until he gets her' Edward said to himself. He turned around to lo

away. It was Maggie that eventually pulled Macy into the bus that had pulled over to take in pass

. He heaved a sigh of relief. At least wherever they were headed, the chances of the murderer seeing them was low, they were going towards an

he had been so sure it would just be a thing of snapping her to death and moving on with life, but now he had a lot of aftermaths to deal with. Would Maggie talk? Would the murderer let Maggie be? If the murderer kept on chasing after Maggie, she might have to report to the police so that they could keep an eye out on