Staring into the Face of Evil

Staring into the Face of Evil

Black hair threaded with gray, dark-eyed and with scruffy beards, these two stared down at me for several seconds before one of them spoke. “Miz McNeil?” asked the older gentleman. “Yes. Do I know you?” The man laughed, a sound like dry leaves crackling underfoot. “No, I doubt that you do or would want to. […]