A Violent Kind of Grace
Anson
"Sis, you must be wiped out, huh? We usually leave the heavy lifting to the help..."
Her voice dripped with faux concern, but her eyes were busy taking me in, head to toe.
"It's a small matter, but..." I cut her off, my eyes sharp as daggers, locked onto hers.
Alice's smile flickered, just for a second.
"The car's left front tire was spiked with three brand-new caltrops. How do you explain that up here on the mountain?"
Victoria recoiled, a subtle step back.
I caught the flicker of panic in her eyes. She was just as David had described...innocent.