Smoking Gun

Rachel rolls her eyes at Jack showboating of his new dueling pistol to their friends again, overbearing confidence was attractive.

Sipping on wine, a peculiar woman wearing a simple black dress in the corner of the room quiet.

"I'm heading upstairs. You should really put that thing away," Climbing the red carpet steps to their massive bedroom, Rachel slipped off her black heels falling asleep.

BANG

Eyes shot wide-open, heart-pulsing quickly bewildered eyes looked into the blackness of the night.

'Backyard,'

Racing to the backyard, Jack lied on the bloodied concrete with the smoking pistol across from him.