(lxvii.)

Chet ducked behind a nearby minivan.

All he wanted was to tell the Senator that they knew where Lorelei was. That it wouldn't be that hard to kill her this time.

It should've been a nice, pleasant conversation about explosives and the 'old days'.

He stood up, just enough to see her reflection in the van's side mirror.

He sat back down, on the cement.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

"Chet? Chet? What's going on? Where are you? What's happening?"

He closed the cell phone.

He stood up, and pulled out his pistol.

A shot rang out.

Lorelei dropped to the ground.


[chapter lxviii.]