The Bitch

“What I can’t stand is knowing she’s out right now playing around.” The tall, heavy-set man stared at me, his eyes burning a hole in my bullet-proof vest. “Trail her every minute, Morgan. Every minute. Don’t let her out of your sight!” It was the easiest assignment in years. I’m Morgan—and I’m one of the guys she played with. The trouble came later—when I found out that her game was MURDER—and I was picked for the fall guy!