“An apology. Joe Lincoln was a good man. I killed him for no
reason. I’ve always felt bad about it. Really bad. There’s nothing I
can do now except say I’m sorry.”
“I’d be happy to do it. If I can find Quince.”
“Wait until I’m dead. You’ll have plenty of time then.”
Sam picked up two more envelopes. The name of Ruth
Kramer was typed on one, and Elliott Kramer on the other.
“Those are for the Kramers. Deliver them, but wait until the
execution is over. I don’t want them to think I’m doing this
because I want their pity in my dying hours.”
“You’re sure you’re going to die, aren’t you, Sam?”
“It doesn’t look good. I’m getting prepared, just in case. I’ve
hurt a lot of people, Adam. When you’re going to die, you think
about the damage you’ve done.”
Sam placed the Kramers’ letters next to Quince’s. Three
letters, three dead bodies. How many more letters would Sam
produce? How many more victims were out there?