Andrea Tang

Andrea Tang is a DC-based word scribbler and international affairs wonk who sometimes writes about geopolitical security and sometimes writes about fictional murder robots, depending on who’s asking. When not hunched over a notebook misusing her imagination, she’s known to enjoy theater, music, and martial arts. Drop by for a hello and a virtual cup of tea at andreatangwrites.com, or on Twitter @atangwrites.

The Man in the Crimson Coat

The Man in the Crimson Coat

I swallow cheap blue whiskey. The burn slides down my throat, while I drink in Killer Hands’ owner. He’s good-looking in an off-kilter sort of way: black-curled and black-eyed, aquiline nose just a little too strong for his razor-boned face, the stubble at his jawline the barest suggestion of a shadow. The hands, though—the hands are what you really notice. The hands are the reason I’ve been sitting in this shitty-ass bar, drinking its shitty-ass whiskey.