#getting closer...

Chapter Ten: Last

In the car ride back, you silently check your phone. Completely untroubled by having murdered the husband and daughters of this family in front of the mother and son.

Yeah and you did it for him, I remind myself wryly.

Right. It’s my job... and I’m ok with having done what the situation required.

Whatever you required.

I just can’t get over how much you’ve changed... and now I see it clearly for the first time.

My Jim, so young and angry and scared...

now the criminal mastermind building his Empire one stone at a time.

Building his name...

Stalking through the underworld like a bogeyman of hissing, twisting shadows... leaving blood and bones and terrified whispers in his wake...

God. This is how myths are born.

“You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?” I say, then shake my head. “Of course you know. No one will forget your name... they’ll just be too terrified for it to cross their lips.”

Your gleaming eyes are like a black sea being lit up by lightning...

Jesus... I stare at you, stunned - an insect swooning in sticky-sweet amber... a moth that’s caught its first view of a naked glowing flame...

Anything. I will do anything.