Martha was killed

★★★★★

"Actually... I’m in..." Martha started to say, but her words were cut off by the screech of tires as a car suddenly pulled up beside hers.

"Martha, where are you?" Layla’s voice was filled with concern on the other end of the line.

The window of the car beside Martha rolled down with eerie slowness. In a split second, a gun emerged, the cold steel glinting in the late evening moon.

"Martha, are you there? What’s going on?"

The sharp crack of gunfire shattered the air. The bullet tore through the window of Martha’s car, the glass splintering in a thousand directions before the round slammed into her skull. The phone slipped from her hand as she slumped over the passenger seat, her life extinguished in an instant.

"Martha? Martha!" Layla’s voice rang with panic, but there was no answer. Only silence, punctuated by the distant sound of city life and the faint hum of the line.

The two men in the car moved with chilling efficiency. They jumped out, yanked open the door of Martha’s ca