Stories by Marlissa

Wages of Sin by Marlissa

Greer peeked in and enjoyed the view. Van Kamp was being lambasted by the Gallery's owner, flanked by several police detectives. His soon-to-be former boss was in the process of an interrogation she could never had imagined herself being a party to. Perspiration had left her usually sleek blonde helmet in disarray, her pale mien flushed.