They Never Learn

by Layne Fargo

I can’t let too much excitement seep into my tone, though. I’m supposed to be in mourning for our murdered colleague, after all.

“Okay, sure, fine,” he says. “But like, we can’t go around killing every rapist and baking them into pies?” “Why not?” Mikayla twists around to glare at him. “You scared?”

AUDIBLE GASP

His face darkens with a mixture of embarrassment and anger—perhaps the most dangerous combination of emotions in a man.

‘He wasn’t afraid of me. That was his first mistake.’ ”