Spitfire Chapter 5

Overheating ~ I started carrying the gun around a lot more.  When I got out of the shower, I had it in the pocket of my robe.  When I slept, it was hidden under the covers.  On the second day afterward, someone knocked on my apartment door, someone with the wrong address.  I had the … More Spitfire Chapter 5

Spitfire Chapter 4

It Can’t Be Love ~ “You wanna tell me that again?” Dick said. I stared down at my boss, trying not to blink.  Instead of a desk, Dick was seated on the bed of his hotel room, but our casual setting did nothing to calm either of us.  “Let me rephrase that,” Dick said.  “Tell … More Spitfire Chapter 4

Spitfire Chapter 3

Slow Burn ~ Watching a house in broad daylight was probably the most boring thing I’d ever done—and I knew boring; I’d been in the Navy.  It was a nice house, certainly better than the apartment where I grew up, but mired in ritzy suburbia where the most exciting development was Jehovah’s Witnesses at the … More Spitfire Chapter 3

Spitfire Chapter 2

Love at First Sight ~ Earlier I hopped off the bus and trudged through the cold drizzle toward my apartment, gloved hands stuffed into my pockets.  And there he was again—the man on the bus had followed me, matching my steps like he was my shadow.  I sighted him in the side mirror of a … More Spitfire Chapter 2