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.
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