Angel of Mercy
By Jess Salter
Preface
The blonde middle-aged woman walked quietly along the deserted alleyway. Water dripped everywhere causing a slick pathway underfoot. She could hear footsteps behind her yet she could not find the courage to make herself turn around. Hearing the chink of a grenade pin drop to the floor, she quickened her pace, eager to get around the last corner for her getaway. The last thing she heard was laughing. Not the friendly sort but an ugly sneering laugh.
The woman's body was thrown into the nearby canal, sending ripples cascading around the quiet space.
That was the last of her.
The Angels needed another Seraph to lead them.
The race was on…