Awaiting an assassin (Rousse)

It was only a matter of time before the assassin would reach me. I’d already seen her rubbing paraffin into the hands of an innocent victim at a bus shelter.

For the time being, I had no option but to behave ‘normally’. I therefore continued my preparations for the wedding. I chose a black embroidered dress from Phase Eight over black trousers (for modesty).

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