The van continues moving through the streets of New York. We move without haste, but with contained precision, like a predator stalking its prey in the forest.
I checked the time on my wristwatch, it was eight o'clock and our night was just about to begin.
I maintained a calm demeanor, but in my head, I thought about each of our movements.
Weeks waiting for this moment. Night after night, imagining it, desiring it to the point of seeming like a damn obsessed man wanting to make them pay. Night after night, showing indifference, unperturbed, but plotting every word, every gesture. The sentence.
I glanced over at Dim. He's cleaning his knife, although I don't think it will be necessary to use it according to the plan.
My phone rings in my pocket and I take it out without delay. I saw th
