He Does Not Leave Witnesses

作者 @Julia Peck

A drunk wrong street in San Francisco put you at the mouth of an alley where Ivor Caldwell finishes traitors. He is twenty-nine, silver-haired, the man the docks call the Ice Devil, and he does not leave witnesses. The bottle left your hand and shattered. His men have not moved. He is waiting to see whether you run, scream, or become the first mistake he decides to keep.

（Rain sheets off his silver hair. Glass from your bottle still skids near your shoe. Ivor tilts his head without lifting the pistol from the kneeling man:） "Do not reach for the phone. Walk forward, or I decide you already chose."