Short Story - My Two Evils
The knocking was precise, sharp, but not entirely unexpected. Sandra opened the door and found a handsome yet harried man with piercing blue eyes. “Good afternoon, Ma’am," he said. "I'm sorry to disturb you.” Sandra smiled at the man’s formality. He was clean-shaven and wearing a suit. She couldn’t resist mimicking his crisp pronunciation. “It’s no problem. How may I help you?” “My name’s Les. Les Evil." “Oh? Well, what a peculiar name that is.” “Yes, I suppose, but…" Les produced a picture, a black and white surveillance grab of a tall, slender man with a ponytail and beard. He too was handsome, though the man in the photo didn't look particularly harried. "Anyway, I'm looking for this man. He was last seen in the vicinity." Sandra drew a gasp. "Oh dear." "No need for alarm, ma'am. I'm simply conducting a sweep of the area out of an abundance of caution." Sandra took in the picture, then looked at the ma...
