Wednesday, December 19, 2012
A Lifetime of Regret
At exactly 11:59 p.m., AntiCrist faxed his last message. As with previous communications, he had overridden caller I.D. on the computer's fax program so his message could not be traced.
Draining his vodka glass for the third time, he poured one final drink before setting to work on the final stage of his plan. The senator had disregarded his ultimatum; there was only one recourse. It was not what he wanted to do; in fact, it was something he dreaded. But Senator Bellardi had left him no choice.
The bomb was crude, but it would serve its purpose. Once it was lit he would have just enough time to clear the boat and head for shore. AntiCrist had not succeeded in getting the senator to give up his bid for governor in order to save his son; all that was left now was to make sure that Daniel Bellardi spent the rest of his life regretting his decision.