They Want Her

“We want an innocent girl,” I shove aside yet another photo and stare the agent down.

“To hook us.”

The agent blushes, understanding that another mistake won’t be forgiven. With a trembling hand she hands me a photo.

“Maybe her?”

My eyes light up the moment I see the girl. Innocent gaze. Blonde hair and an open smile.

Bambi.

I look at my brother and understand he’s thinking the same thing I am.

She hooked us.

— Her— I take the girl’s photo.

“We want her. Yes, Bambi—now you’ll be ours…”