Reducing the Crime Rate
Chapter 1 After the final phone call, Ann turned off her iPhone. She took a deep breath and fondled her hair. It was too hot in the condo, so the strands of hair were sticking together. For today, she had done everything. The girls would wait until they got their orders. Ann walked into the kitchen. A glass of white wine stood beside the stove. She took a sip, even though the wine had adapted to the condos temperature. ...