I’ve been up for three days. Trying to find him, isolating each footstep, each breathing pattern, then I hear it. A Kimber, probably a 1911. I smell the smoke pouring off of it, and I smell the smoke clinging onto him.
I arrive at his window.
“ Frank. “
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Matt listened for only a moment. He could never truly tell if Wilson was lying or not. The behemoth always kept a steady head, even when he squished heads in. It felt like asking was useless but he decided to call his bluff.
The man would grab the Kingpin’s plate throwing it +
“ Weeks since your last move—“
The Devil began to skulk towards the man, stopping mere feet from his desk.
“ You’ve been quiet. That’s not your way. Wilson what are you planning? “
Within a moment, the lights would flicker only to be cut off along with the windows, once open, now shut by blinds.
The devil stood within the Kingpin’s doorway.
Let us not become weary in doing good— for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up .
—Amen .





































