CHAPTER 12
EMMY WANTED DETAILS? Fine, I’d give them to her. I’d been carrying these secrets around for so long that dying with them, perhaps because of them, would be an insult.
“Black’s one of the originals, but I don’t think it’s him after me. He likes to kill with a message, not an anonymous gunshot.”
“What do you mean, a message?”
“Like the time he crucified a drug dealer. He nailed the man to the outside of his house with bags of heroin stuffed in every orifice. And there was a paedophile found with his own manhood stuffed in his mouth.”
Daddy had been on the cognac when he talked about those two. A couple of fingers of VSOP always did loosen his tongue. I’d drunk in every word. While what Black did was obviously wrong, there was a part of me that admired the man for getting just
