The Armor of Vengeance

Vera

The knock on the heavy oak door of my hotel suite sounds more like a gavel striking a judge's block. I take a deep breath, smoothing my hands down the sides of the basic black sheath dress I just put on. It is the best piece of clothing I own. It has to be enough.

I open the door.

The woman standing in the hallway does not wait for an invitation. She steps over the threshold and immediate