#jkid

A memorial bench and a fountain was kind of laughable really. This whole town was pitiful. It didn’t mean anything. It was all show. They knew that, and it made them angry. Everything in this fucking town was a lie, a trick, a deceit. Even this; it reeked of false empathy. Fake niceties. A way for everyone to feel good about themselves for a while. ‘Oh, we went to the Jamie Kirk Dedication, poor man. That poor family.’ Fake.

He was on the outskirts of the event, beyond the flower garden, masked by a tree. Nobody could see him but he could see everybody. He had a plan for this. To outshine his own event. It would be the day Jamie Kirk came back from the dead. Walking back into the throng like Jesus himself.

He had to get in before Xanthe ratted him out to anybody but there was time. He could handle her anyway. One threat towards Nina or a knife to her throat and that was that. Jamie was too powerful now. Nobody could touch him. Too bad he spent so much time looking ahead that he never bothered to look back. Behind him. In the shadows. Where the threat was lurking.

Just as he went to take a step, to fake-stagger out into the open, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Was it Katie? Jamie thought about not bothering to check but if something was wrong, he needed to know. It might affect his plan. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked down.

You’ve reached the end of the road. -A

“What the fuck?” Jamie’s mutter came just as he had stepped out into the open, hood down, in full view. Was this some kind of trick? Was it fucking Xanthe, messing with him? Had she caught up to him from where he’d left her on that fucking trail?

The gasps of the crowd reached his ears and Jamie lifted his gaze, scanning the scene before him. It didn’t hit him for a good, long few moments. The programs for the dedication had been replaced with something cooked up by this… -A, whoever the fuck was texting him. He was -A, who was doing this? Jamie didn’t get to think too long about that thought before Charlie Baker was advancing on him.

Avin: 1

wow, I love being a *reads smudged writing on hand* PAYS