12. Master of Deception

12 MASTER OF DECEPTION

Him

Fucking idiots.

Look at them. You’d think a bunch of hot-shot feds would know better than to be out in the open when there was a killer on the loose. I could pick them off one by one this very second and no one would be able to stop me. Not that they had a chance in hell of stopping me anyway. I was a master of deception, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, if you will. I learned from the best, until everything we’d worked for went up in flames all because of a teenager with a conscience.

Well, fuck him. He had the chance to be great; could have even joined us at some point if he wanted, but I’d make certain he understood soon enough. They all would. Calvin had to pay for all the pain he’d inflicted and it would start with what he coveted the most.

For a while, I thought maybe I’d be able to convince him how women worked, but after seeing him with that bitch , I knew he was already drowning in her pussy. She’d feed him lie after lie until she got his ring on her finger, then she’d break every promise she swore to keep in front of God. They always did.

First though, I needed to clean up the mess I made. It was stupid of me to go off script, but I was down two toys and she fit the bill perfectly. My line of work took brains and a great deal of finesse. I’d lost sight of the endgame momentarily, but I’d correct my mistake, then move on to the next part of my plan.

For tonight, they were safe. Tomorrow was a different story.