Criminals
Corpse Worms
I was in a rush to get home that night, so I hailed a taxi.
The driver asked me, “What do you do for a living, young lady?”
“I’m a fortune teller,” I replied. “Scary accurate, too.”
The driver gave a short laugh. “Well then, can you tell mine?”
“Sure.” I turned my head and stared intently at his face.
He had the features of a truly wicked man.
