It’s no surprise I’ve ended up here, pissing in the urinal of some rundown strip club full of highly effective explosives with a metal barrel pressed against my right temple.

After letting me finish, Frank walked me to the mirror so I could see who it was who was bringing me down. The truth was, I would never know exactly where the pipes cracked and the leak led across the floor to the feet of the pigs and all the way up to Frank Slain.

I would never know where I slipped up and let my whole plan explode, figuratively, instead of literally like I had hoped.

I would never know the mistake that would take me from the front-page infamy I had hoped for to a back-page obituary that no one even looks at.

I would never know. Except that Frank decided to tell me. Standing in front of that mirror, with the barrel digging into my right temple, he told me the whole story. From start to finish. Not missing a single detail.