Deadly Pretense

Victor sat in his study nursing a glass of bourbon. The decanter in front of him that was half filled some minutes ago was now empty. In the ashtray beside him, the recently smothered cigarette still lay

He swirled the glass of bourbon in his hand, taking a sip of the contents of the glass.

It had been two hours since Vivienne had said she was on her way home but was yet to arrive

He had received