14 dead. 39 injured. 20 jobs. $13,000. The week echoed in my mind like a gunshot in an empty street..
They don't let me name names on this profile, but the person behind the hit I was investigating is probably being picked up by the East Point police about now.
I, er, may have killed more people than I actually avenged here.
The trigger man's dead. That would have felt good if I hadn't just taken a seven story body slam.
I don't know.
I guess I picked the least Jewish of two incredibly Jewish sides.
Maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters is that I now have the ability to kick down doors.
Either way, I need some originality and a Shirley Temple.