A Few Sentances: Lineage

Winter had not released it's grip on the city. Although the day had been balmy, the night turned cold. Andrade shivered, her mind oblivious to the inclement breeze even as her body was not. She exhaled and smoke issued from her lips, only to be swallowed by the neon above her. That she had agreed to meet the Obeah man in this tawdry part of the city bespoke her determination to fulfill her venemous intent. Mark would sicken before the week waned. Andrade smiled. A cold, frightful non-smile. The thought of another Cauldwell dying pleased her. Strengthened her resolve. Dropping the cigarette to the ground, she flicked her dark hair over her shoulder and returned to the seamy bar to wait for Osan.