Smoke trailing from his cigarette, Mr. Ellis watched the moon rise over the sea. White light danced on rippling waters.
He was safe on his yacht. She couldn’t find him here.
In New York, in Cairo, in Hong Kong, he had seen her bright eyes and known she was there for him: one of a thousand victims of his sins.
He shook his head and went back into the cabin.
The bullet tore through him before he even saw the gleam of her bright eyes.
“My appointment with you,” she whispered, “was always to be here.”
Word Count: 96
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Ted Strutz for providing the prompt photo!