Chapter Twenty-Two
Erik shifted on his stool, freshly sharpened shears in hand, his breathing slow and controlled. The shears glinted in the sunlight streaming in through his window.
He might not use them to take down criminals or terrorists, but he’d grown to appreciate them as a tool as much as any weapon he carried on the job. Shooting someone was a lot like penjing in a way. Careful shots produced the best results.
Sloppy cuts would ruin his scene.
Two miniature trees stood in a black tray on a small table near the wall. Besides the tree, small stones filled the tray and surrounded a steep rock that provided a reasonable facsimile of a cliff face. He clipped a small branch off a tree and stared at the penjing arrangement, taking it in and appreciating the small details that had acc
