One step into his apartment was all Philip needed. A punch to the face would’ve been less subtle. And that’s what terrified him.
Obvious wasn’t her style.
He should know too. He had avoided all her other assassination attempts.
Philip tucked his cigarettes and lighter back into his jacket pocket. He then turned off the knob to his gas stove. No need to go up in a ball of flames just yet.
Now came the tricky part: trying to decipher her plan.
Leaving the gas oven on was a calculated diversion. The question was, a diversion from what?
Terrifying indeed.
The Weekday One Hundred 