Joker
I stood next to Lyla as we watched the girls practice their knife throwing. In two days, they’ve improved so fast.
“They’re going to be better than you,” I said to her.
“That’s the plan. I’m taking over the Underground. I’m going to need a right and left hand, they will be them. Then, when I am done, and Hanna is ready, she will take over and Tiffany will be her right hand.”
“Lyla, are you trying to tell me something?” I asked her. She seemed more despondent than usual.
“I am tired, Joker. I am thirty-one. I might have another ten or fifteen years in me. The pressure in my head and body is becoming a bit much. I definitely need a rest.”
“The pressure?” I didn’t have any clue what she was talking about.
“What do you think would have happened to me if I didn’t have the mot
