The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too old to be called young but not yet middle-aged, folded his body into the front seat. His…
Black night shielded him from prying eyes as he stole through the village to the temple, heavy club clutched in the sweaty palm of his hand. He tried to calm himself, but ragged breaths broke the stillness and his heart pounded, sounding like thunderous drums…