About the design
on April 2, 2011
I told him to meet me at the Hotel Ritz.
I told her not to follow.
I told the police they'd find what they were looking for and I told myself all would go according to plan.
I waited. And instead of the seedy lowlife I expected, she showed up. To break my heart and shatter my plans. To end this love affair with the underworld in the way I feared the most.
Then I heard his footsteps coming from behind, and as the Hotel Ritz's glaring red neon sign seemed to paint the town in blood, I found out how much I hated being wrong.
For now it's just us three.