The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 23

Once both phones displayed solid green screens Grace removed the cable and casually tossed his into the car. Vampires did not leave fingerprints behind because they had no natural oils on their skin. Even if they get a print, they won’t like what they find after a search.

She typed up something on her phone and pressed send.

Target down, evidence planted.

A young blonde woman with her hair in a bun stands alone in a vast cracked field of dead crop stalks under a thick rusty-orange fog. She wears a worn green jacket, dark pants, heavy boots, and a large backpack, with white over-ear headphones around her neck. She looks down at a smartphone held in both hands. The image has a soft polaroid-style border.

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