Flash Fiction: Underworld Noir

She’s middle-aged and smokin’ hot. A diner waitress in a low-cut dress. Of course, she’s a succubus. That helps.

“Sam, you devil!” she smiles. “The usual?”

“Coffee. No designer java jive, Toots!” I wink.

How am I going to protect her from an underworld boss with a vendetta?



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