She didn’t see it coming. As she crumpled in the darkness, he couldn’t help but note how strange a body looks when it falls unseen—and he chuckled.
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it,” the voice crackled in his earpiece, though the hidden smile was obvious.
“Why not? It’s the only way to get through this shit.”
“If it helps you sleep at night,” they said. But it never did. Whiskey used to blur the edges, but now it only left a metallic taste on his tongue.
“Sleep?…