Stutter Stanley Novels & Stories

*I'm ready to leave. His reply came back in under a minute. *Say the word and I'll have a car there within the hour. Are you safe right now?* *Yes. I just need to be gone before they're back.* *Then get your things. I'll meet you halfway.* An hour later, a black SUV pulled up to the estate. I paused at the door, one hand on the frame. Let them think I burned with it. Let them wonder if I made it out—or if the guilt finally swallowed me whole. Either way, Veronica Stanton would be dead by morning.

Stanley. His ever-loyal assistant, perhaps the only person still bold enough to talk to him. Since Vanessa quit without a word, Stanley returned to his position of being Andre's assistant—a very handy one at that. Good and proficient on the job, but more than that—he was the last thread connecting Andre to his humanity. Stanley walked slowly across the patio, his steps heavy, face as grim as Andre had expected with the reports he had. "She didn’t even let me speak," Stanley said quietly, standing near the pool's edge. "She opened the door, saw me, and slammed it shut. I waited, knocked again... but nothing."