Closer: The Fiction Series Vol. 1

Book excerpt: She settled down to wait in the steaming wet blackness of the street.Nothing moved in the hollow except the metallic raindrops coming off the sides of the concrete bridge above her.She was wet, tired.She couldn't move again, not if Hell opened beneath her.Like it had.Rain ran in her eyes still from the stiffened hair painted orange-pink-gold under a swirling black veil.Makeup ran with the mousse.And tears.She looked at her hand, afraid to look at her feet.Or her side.Blood wouldn't dry in the acid rain.All she had left she gave into getting up, moving... to finish... the mission...