Muse Magic

Fuck. Where was this woman going? Connie had been following her for over a thousand miles. Connie didn’t even understand it.

Connie and Fred grew to hate each other in their seven years together and haven’t spoken in over a year. But when Connie saw her holding Fred’s hand and kissing him as they came out of the Pizza Oven, while sitting at a red light, her stomach twisted with jealousy and Connie wanted to claw her eyes out.

Could she still have feelings for the man? God, Connie hoped not. Then why was Connie tailing this woman across multiple states?

Beth, Connie found out, was her name. Her gambling addiction ended her marriage some time ago.

Beth turned onto a residential street and parked in front of an apartment house. Connie parked around the corner, filled with rage as she climbed out of the car. Connie opened the trunk and screwed the silencer onto her Glock.

Hiding in the shadow between houses, Connie fired as Beth shut the driver’s side door. Beth collapsed. Connie quickly walked to her car and quietly drove away.