“I didn’t leave you a message.”
His eyes narrow. “Fuck. You didn’t, did you?”
“No. I didn’t. So what the hell is going on?”
“Can I get off this porch where I’m a target?”
I back up and let him enter for no reason other than I want the door shut again. He doesn’t have a chance one-on-one with me. He steps forward and then jerks abruptly, his eyes going wild, a choking sound gurgling from him. His body falls forward, and Deleon is standing there. “Hello, friend,” he greets.
THE END…FOR NOW