She walked over to the Bose, looking at it, then over his shoulder at the bodyguard. “Ayudame?”
He came over without a word, turned on the iPod, the music loud and driving, sudden, filling the air. Rose smiled at him in thanks, pulled a hair pin from her hair and tagged him, right through the trachea, then sent a second alongside, slicing the jugular with as little spray as possible. He blinked at her, blood bubbling on his lips, making not a sound as she eased him to the floor.
Now for the rest of her job.
Coming soon from Ellora’s Cave.
Much love, y’all.