Small Thing Really

Two years ago…

Naive Nadia. Given a gun. Small thing really… Light, dull, silver, tiny bullets. What harm could it really do? Gunshot killed Alice. Jackson wanted Nadia to protect herself. Katherine wanted her safe.

“Listen to me…” Katherine had said. Nadia trusted her. She went to Paris

The Pony unsold at Nadia’s plea. Alice... Nadia wanted to come back and start it up again. Katherine sighed — but knew that was the only way. Nadia’s old gun sitting in a Star Wars Puzzle Box hidden in The Pony.

Street-smart. Nadia. A new gun. Small black SIG Sauer pistol in her handbag. An eye out for the Volkov — despite the past two years being quiet. No sign of Victor — she hadn’t met him yet. He was a phantom in her mind. The one who had killed Alice…