Great technical skill or captivating personal styleClosing my front door for the seventh time, I became aware of the click, which echoed in the cavernous space. I’d been responsible for myself since the age of seventeen and grateful for the peace it brought. Captain Grey had used many trite words to enthuse his squad of hand-picked killers. His voice reverberated in my mind. ‘You are who you are when you’re alone.’ It sounded poignant when he first said it, and ironic as I shouldered his coffin and walked it past his sobbing wife and children.
The compulsions fretted at my nerve endings, not letting me be until I’d expended the energy which drove their insanity. Whirling around, I left the house and made my way across to the garage.
After an hour on the treadmill, I phoned my lawyer. The
