Some detectives chase clues. Anne Vincent chases justice—one overdue soul at a time.
Anne Vincent decided tonight was the night the deadbeat learned what justice really felt like.
Anne was a throwback to the hardboiled PIs who spoke in thunder and walked through storm clouds without flinching. Her caseload was a cemetery of broken promises—mostly deadbeat husbands who thought child support was optional. But the case sitting on her desk now? It was different. A pro bono file from the battered women’s shelter, handed to her by a trembling mom who still hadn’t found her voice. The bruises on her arms were fading, but the fear in her eyes hadn’t moved an inch.
Anne had listened—too quietly, too still. And something old and dangerous awakened inside her. This wasn’t about collecting missed payments anymore. This was about collecting a debt paid in pain and fear and sleepless nights. Anne closed the file, slid her revolver into the inside pocket of her coat, and felt her pulse steadier than it had been all month.
Some debts, she thought, don’t get settled with money. Some get settled with justice.
🔥 Reader Question
If you were writing this story, what unexpected twist would you give Anne’s pursuit of justice?
Anne Vincent doesn’t just settle accounts—she ends nightmares. Now the story begins… See how this writer’s prompt turns out in a full flash fiction story tomorrow.
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