algal7
Sweat. A bead of sweat. It rolled from my forehead, gliding down the arch of my nose and hung there; tantalisingly so - if that one bead of perspiration would drop, it was all over, all of it. The last stand - six months work gone if this, this *mundane* bodily function were to give me away, blow my cover, blow this case. But what could I do? This salty drop, it had the power to change everything, and yet it physically changed nothing at all...