Dressed for the Devil

Like a devil, his mere presence instilled terror in others. Such was the description that fitted Gavin Thorne.

“You!” He hung up after spitting out the word sinisterly.

Just when a myriad of emotions was rushing through me, a message soon arrived from him. It read: Oakhaven Lane 221, four o’clock. Val, be there or be square.

As I held onto my phone, looking at his message time and again, I forced