Moment of silence
While unfruitfully staking out the home of my target this morning, I received a text message from
cjc notifying me that she'd finally been gunned (squirted) down by her assassin. She was 29 years old. She had only a couple hours left in town before hopping a flight to safety for the weekend. Details are sketch, but I believe it may have been the dude I thought it was going to be, which offers no consolation to either of us, I'm sure.