Erma is ruthless. Unlike me, she weighed everything, decided everything. I’m only the instrument of her vengeance. And I won’t fail. But she is the sword that will fall and it will be brutal.
Erma remains dignified. She could savour her victory by being arrogant, but she isn’t. No contempt in her attitude. There’s nothing but sadness and remorse.
Figg breathes out. He liquefies in front of us and we witness this sad spectacle like children in front of a show depicting a dying puppet. Cay is living his last minutes, but since grief doesn’t always kill, I’ll do what is necessary. I think I’ll do what is necessary. I look over to Figg again. I didn’t think there was so much blood in the human body.
I look back at Enoch Cay. Nothing remains of the imposing and charismatic gang leader. He ha
