This is a stand alone story but The Woman with Two Faces is a recurring Character. Read her first adventure here.
Jack Frost had been busy overnight covering the fields with a light dusting of ice particles that now sparkled in the bright, early morning sun, red streaks of sunrise lingered on the clouds, and birds shrieked and took to the sky as a single gunshot rang out, echoing into the emptiness. Tony fell backwards into the frozen lake, the dead weight of his body breaking the thin ice causing a slight splash. If the bullet hadn’t killed him, the cold would. Despite the freezing temperature, the Woman with Two Faces’s shot had been steady and true, and now the ice would close around the body keeping it hidden until spring. Right up to the final moment Tony had doubted she’d pull the trigger, doubted she had it in her, but he’d underestimated her. Not that anything could have saved his life, he’d been a dead man since he’d hit on her earlier in the evening.
Tony was scum; he treated women as commodities, as things to use and abuse for his own personal gain. He was married to a trophy wife but that didn’t stop him spreading his seed like a farmer in spring. But that alone is not a reason to die.
Tony’s crime was that he was the biggest human trafficker around. 90% of all the women working in the brothels, gentlemen’s clubs and sauna’s had been tricked into leaving their homes by Tony Classen and had been trapped in a cycle of despair by him and his cronies ever since. As The Woman with Two Faces walked away from the lake, she touched her second face. The world had one less sleazebag rapist in it, thanks to her.
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