Darren, his arms tied behind him, considered the spy named Candy in the dingy warehouse. He’d been trailing her for months.
Tall, tanned and svelte, she stood above him. “What is she doing?” he wondered.
Candy smiled; her tongue flicking around her orange lips, mischievously. She leaned over. It seemed she might kiss him.
Darren ducked his head. Then he looked up. Candy face hung close to his face. Darren moved towards her. She smiled and gestured to her hand. Confused, Darren looked down. Blood ran down his side.
Candy, smile in place, had stabbed him right in the stomach.
Tall, tanned and svelte, she stood above him. “What is she doing?” he wondered.
Candy smiled; her tongue flicking around her orange lips, mischievously. She leaned over. It seemed she might kiss him.
Darren ducked his head. Then he looked up. Candy face hung close to his face. Darren moved towards her. She smiled and gestured to her hand. Confused, Darren looked down. Blood ran down his side.
Candy, smile in place, had stabbed him right in the stomach.
