Latte Trouble

Prologue

“How do you like your poison?” whispered the voice in the dark. “Light or black?”

Hearing the voice, the body in bed twisted back and forth, choking pillows, strangling bedcovers, sleeping, dreaming, considering…Light or black?…

“Tomorrow you’ll make it happen,” continued the voice. “So many egos will be there, watching themselves walk, hearing themselves talk, none will notice that bit of venom in the cup…”

A splash of cream…a dash of sugar…

“Then it will be over. And, after the deed is done, only one person in the room will now the reason.”

Me. Only me. Only I will know.

“It won’t even be murder. It will simply be—”

Justice…