“The gunshot echoed through the crystal chandeliers before anyone could scream,” Evelyn recalled. She watched her “convenient husband” — the quiet janitor she’d married for an inheritance — move like liquid death. His hand caught the assassin’s wrist, twisted, and bone cracked through the ballroom. She’d married a ghost with a trigger finger, and now the entire intelligence community was hunting them both.
“The gunshot echoed through the crystal chandeliers before anyone could scream,” Evelyn recalled. She watched her “convenient husband” — the quiet janitor she’d married for an inheritance — move like liquid death. His hand caught the assassin’s wrist, twisted, and bone cracked through the ballroom. She’d married a ghost with a trigger finger, and now…
