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Both men turn and hurry to the mayor’s car parked on the street.

I watch them drive away, letting them enjoy their short-lived sense of victory.

* * *

“We’ve gotta stop meetinglike this.”

Christopher’s head jerks up at my words, his hands still covered in soap.

He sees my reflection in the Wisconsin highway rest stop bathroom. The dim lighting doing nothing to hide my identity because I’m close.

Very close.

Before he can try to run, I step into his back, forcing him forward and pressing his thighs into the ceramic edge of the sink. And at the same time, my right arm swings around, like I’m going to hug him.

But the blade in my hand hits his chest first, the tip burying between his ribs, and piercing right into his heart.

The man who touched my wife opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“I told you what would happen if I ever saw you again.” He’s still alive enough to see me lift my other hand.

So deep, your head will hit the ground first.

And then I do as I had promised. I slice the sharpened steel across his throat, cutting through to the spine.

So, when I step away, he crumples into a backbend. His head hits the dirty tile floor before his torso does.

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