The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 6.

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I knew the situation with Dillon McKlusky couldn’t go on for very much longer. I felt quite decisive , yet I did face a little dilemma. It did strike me that the most eloquent method to lead him into the abyss would be to do so in a manner in which he would have no clue how it had happened, or who was perpetrating his demise.

I realized that should he be delivered a crushing blow, and I disappear from his life simultaneously, he might at some stage have the wit to join the dots and realize that in some obscure way I may have something to do with his situation. No, I decided. An altogether more creative approach was required.

I was thinking about this when he called the morning following his disgraceful behavior. It’s so gratifying, don’t you think, when a man calls the following morning. I guess you may not know, but believe me it is a reassurance. I made a note to remind myself to call him after I had done to him, what he so dearly wanted to do to me. Of course, I just let it ring.

Don’t you find it reassuring when life delivers you gift in the form of a little good luck. As you may remember, while in the hotel bar I had taken a quick look at Dillon McKlusky’s phone log. I copied down several numbers…