I Kill Killers

by S.T. Ashman

“This is the FBI, Cowboy, not Hooters,” Larsen interjected sharply as he entered the room.

Martin leaned back in his chair and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Name one profession that was once highly respected but is now a joke,” he huffed. “FBI agent,” Heather replied from behind the towering stacks of document boxes on her desk. “President,” Liam said just as the phone rang again. He shook his head and stood up. “Nope. I’m done for today.”

“That freaky geek