Chapter 9Over the following month, Axel and I used the same tactics with three other bastards who deserved to die. Different fears, different conclusions, all satisfying as far as we were concerned…up to point. One committed suicide without our help. The second went mad and his wife had him committed. The third man owned his own plane. He was on his way home from a business meeting on a Wednesday night when it crash landed as it approached the runway at Centennial Airport, south of Denver. That happened after Axel, who had flown up to the plane moments earlier, made him believe there were snakes crawling all over the cockpit.
As I said, what we had done was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough as far as I was concerned.
“There’s hundreds, thousands of humans who need to die, and that’s only
