He didn’t know her.
She saw it in the blankness of his eyes, the numbness of his cheeks. Or maybe that was the drugs, spiraling away every trace of his intelligence.
Eva repeated her question: “Excuse me, do you know where the train station is?”
The binoculars slipped from his fingers and cracked against the pavement like a gunshot. Feodor jumped, spun in circles looking for an assailant. The streets were cold and quiet, steam rising from the gutters. Eva suppressed a sneer as he scuttled to collect the binoculars.
“That… that way.” He pointed down the street, then returned to spying on his own house.
By then it was too late: her men had done their job.
Inspired by the storytelling course I’m attending.
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The men’s job was to drug the poor fellow into stupidity? I wonder what he did to deserve to be an unfortunate lab rat.
Long story short, his parents were evil scientists.
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I always get the strangest looks when I spy on my own house. Still not sure what the problem with that is…
Indeed, you never know when your family is up to no good!