Aftermath

“Well,” Whisper said, leaning against the rooftop vent, “that was fun.”

Nightingale starred back at her.

“Admit it, you liked it.” Whisper took a step closer. “We make a good team.”

“You’re dangerous,” she spoke softly.

Whisper’s voice dropped. “So are you.”

For a moment, it hung there. The tension. The unspoken pull. But Nightingale turned away.

“Just because you didn’t kill anyone tonight doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for all the other murders.”

“Then maybe I’ll have to start making it up to you. I’ll find you when I need you for another mission.” Whisper backed into the shadows disappearing into the night.