“I, um...” I rub the heel of my hand in my eye, suddenly tired for no reason at all. “I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you in a little while. Things have been busy, to say the least. There’s a lot to catch you up on.”
I dig my fingers into the grass on either side of me.
“I got him, though.” I let out a wet laugh. “Can you believe that? I got him. It wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t me who pulled the trigger in the end, which I know is a little embarrassing for the home team. But hey, a win’s a win, and we won. He’s gone, Gi. Raymond is gone.”
I pause and reminisce. I’ll never forget the joy I felt when that sleeping pill dragged me under, and then the confused terror I felt when I was woken up by the SWAT team.
The highs and lows of murder plots by amateurs, I suppose. This was always dest
