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Victoria and I sat in the outdoor cafe for over an hour and didn't say a word. People and traffic blurred by and never made a sound. Of the five of us recruited for the job, three were dead and all killed by me. That left Victoria. My mind puzzled what would happen next in this bizarre series of coincidences that seemed to be going south faster than we could grasp how bad it had become. But the people who hired us seemed happy and that worried me the most. When would I be told to kill Victoria. When would she be told to kill me.

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This was strange to me. I'm used to hotels rooms you rent by the month or by the hour and even that is too long. I stared out a window high above the city in a steel and glass tower built on top of the broken dreams and shatter lives of everyone below who played and risked everything for the chance to be something. The door opened with a soft click and Victoria came in carrying a large black duffel bag and unzipped it and dumped two hundred and fifty thousand in neatly stacked and wrapped bills onto the bed and said, we need to turn this into four million by morning. If anyone else had said it, I would have told them to fuck-off, but it was Victoria, so I said, when do we start?

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When you kill someone it should be quick and they never know it's coming. One instant they are alive and the next they are dead and there is nothing in between. Maybe I believe this because I care or maybe because that's how I want it to happen to me. We stood just inside the thick woods and talked and joked and I waited. A truck thundered by on the black asphat and rain drenched highway a quarter mile away and I shot Michael Crispin. He was alive and then he was dead and nothing in between.

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Robbing banks isn't my specialty. It isn't a skill I have. It isn't even something I'd done before but here I was. In the first ten seconds Victoria had the place under control with a precision of psychopathic elegance that one could only be impressed with. In the next ten seconds we were in the back pounding open safety deposit box 1277 and hoping it was the right one. We had ten seconds to be right.

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A build has been submitted to the App Store and now we wait. And wait. And wait.

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An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

Thomas was fast enough to be across the room and have his hands around my throat before I could pull the trigger. Before I could think of pulling the trigger. So I never stopped looking at him. I never blinked. My gun never wavered. I just stared. I wanted to look at Victoria fumbling and clawing at the silver box.  She couldn't find a way to open it. There wasn't a lid or a ridge or a seam she could get into.  It was an impenetrable box that terrified me as much as it made Victoria angry. I never blinked. Thomas was waiting for just that right instant of a fraction of a moment. Then it happened. Victoria got the box open and nothing would ever be the same.

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I don't believe in demons, but walking into that alley made me question my faith in everything and I hoped I was right about the demons.  The rain fell pure and clean from above and was rancid and corrupt before it hit the ground. I fumbled and felt in the dark, afraid to touch anything for too long so the fear of what it might be would never become real. I finally found what I was looking for. Right where I hoped it wouldn't be. I kicked it lightly with my boot and then hard enough to flipped it over. Fuck you Thomas. Fuck you all the way to hell.