That familiar voice echoed through the shadows of the office . Stacy . How would she react to seeing the man she loved like a father slumped over on his desk ?
The killer pressed the middle wood panel behind the desk , angling to make a quick exit .
Without Pastor Clifton around to guide his flock , they ’ d be ripe for the picking . With leadership came power . With power came opportunity . With opportunity came money . Yes . This could work out . Fuck the church . It was time for a change in leadership .
Seconds later , Stacy ’ s scream pierced the quiet of the church annex , ending with a thud of what could only be a complete collapse . The killer wanted to step back inside , take in that masterpiece of pain one last time .
She never travels alone .
That should have made the killer more wary . Instead , it brought on a wicked smile . Stacy ’ s man will know that this was my work .
And even if his woman was stretched out cold on the paisley carpet , or if she had crawled into the corner sobbing , he wouldn ’ t say a word . He knows better .
He ’ s such a good little pawn .
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From Behind the Curtain
58 Naleighna Kai Literary Cafe Magazine July / August 2017