Over The Edge

Over The Edge

“Hello?”

“Melanie Harper? I’m with Capital -- ”

The cheerfulness left her voice, replaced by hostility eerily reminiscent of his condescending ex-wife. “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested.”

The hum of the dead line vibrated in his temples. Punching the keyboard, harsh white light illuminated his malicious eyes as Melanie Harper’s street address flashed across the screen.




(WC:55)