Waiting to Strike

Maeve, the supposedly uneducated backwater girl, was the last person anyone in that room expected Colin Bates to identify. Elise's delicate face turned an unnatural shade of purple, her breath hitching in her throat as she gripped the edges of her desk. Bronson stiffened at the front of the room, his eyes wide with shock. The entire room froze in profound disbelief, paralyzed by the sheer impossib