Chicago
Only after he had seen her get into the car and drive off did Mason buy the ticket.
There was nothing left: the clothes he was wearing, some change in his pockets, his private detective's licence, and his tools of the trade, one of which belonged to a dead hitman. He couldn't go back even if he wanted to: there was a void behind him. He couldn't even afford to worry about the consequences. He savoured that feeling of absolute power, a limbo without fear where the only limit was himself. He smiled as he watched the planes roll down the runways.
If half the ideas he'd had turned out to be right, firing April meant saving her life. That was what mattered most. Without her, the men who wanted him dead would have nothing to threaten him with. A man without attachments is a man free f
