Slowly she bent down to pick up the spent shell casing.
“I told you, I cannot die.”
“Mr. Vice President, I don’t understand–” Abigail’s hands were shaking, but not from fear.
“Yes you do.”
Slowly she bent down to pick up the spent shell casing.
“I told you, I cannot die.”
“Mr. Vice President, I don’t understand–” Abigail’s hands were shaking, but not from fear.
“Yes you do.”