“Because that’s what it takes,” Conor interrupted, his palm settling on my shoulder. “You can’t bring these bastards downby riding in on a white horse, sword in one hand, shield in the other, Goldstein.
“If you ever want our world to be less corrupt, then you’re going to have to get your hands dirty like the rest of us.”
He swallowed, but I knew that he saw the truth of Conor’s words in the resignation in his expression. “What’s our first move?”
I smiled at him. “Good decision. Smart.”
And that was when I underlined the words ‘The End’ on this part of my life.
Some endings were beginnings, after all.
One lay on the bed to our left; one sat on the monitor in front of us.
It was fitting, however, that Conor was at my back.
That was where he’d always be.
God, how I loved him.
How blessed I was to have him.
My man. My love.
My everything.
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GRAIL
21:34 Bitter grapes served
aCoooooig
04:44 Target eliminated
THE WHISTLER
04:54 Target eliminated
DEAD TO ME
04:54 Target eliminated
EAGLE EYES
04:54 Target eliminated
DAGDA
05:14 Target secured
TROY
05:14 Target secured
LODESTAR