I'm already in prison when the worse news comes down. The agent's on my trail. As good as dead, I go about my day. I'll see her, then. That legend. That long black coat.
That night, after years of trying, I succeed in outwitting the lock on the door of my cell. I look at the open door; I lie on my cot and sleep.
The next morning, in a diner, she confesses. Her lovely lust for blood. Her laughing eyes.
