That Kind of Face

By Kris Sparks

A hit woman's greatest asset isn't her gun. The most powerful weapon in this hit woman's arsenal is a totally forgettable face.

Ever have a stranger tell you something they shouldn't? That happens all the time to the middle-aged woman in this story by award-winning writer Kris Sparks. But this particular office worker happens to have a deadly little side business. Under the right circumstances, she'll take care of the person causing you grief.

Even if you don't want her to.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thunder Valley Press
• Release date: Sep 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465765819

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That Kind of Face

Kris Sparks

Published by Thunder Valley Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 by Kris Sparks

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That Kind of Face

Kris Sparks

He went out for cigarettes and didn’t come back, said the bottle blonde sitting across from me at the break room table.

I blinked at her. All around us, our co-workers were busy with lunch. I'd been eating mine all by my lonesome until the blonde plopped herself down to tell me her tale of woe.

You're kidding me, I said.

She shook her head. Her sprayed-in-place hair didn't budge. I know how it sounds, but I swear that's what happened.

She couldn't know how it sounded to me. It's the oldest cliché in my business. My real business. By day I'm a middle-aged data entry clerk. I sit in my eight-by-eight cubicle and process unemployment insurance payments for the state. I listen to movie scores on my iPod and think lascivious thoughts about the cute guy I saw on TV the night before. Unless, of course, the night before was devoted to my real business -- the contract work I did on the side taking care of jerks like the guy who apparently put