PART 2

The voice on the encrypted line went silent after my order, then he asked again, quieter this time.

“Who is the target?”

I stared through the hospital glass at Maya’s swollen face, at the tiny hand curled weakly over the blanket, and forced the monster inside me to stay chained for one more second.

“Not a target,” I said.

“A scene.”

The man on the other end exhaled because he understood.