"Hello, campers." I said, pulling out my gun, putting it into my unbroken left hand, and striding forward into the pool of light formed by the cross headlights of the pickup truck and the limo. "I hope you are enjoying the festivities. You know of course that unless you are all completely demented someone is after your little team of co-conspirators. That they will stop at nothing, and that they are either careless or don't give a damn, and I don't think they give a damn, which means they are bigger than all of you. The dumping of Lucky in broad daylight from a stretch limo was not exactly subtle, and Obannion tells me not only that it was a different limo, but that all of you are in the clear. But who cares, right? That doesn't mean anything, one of you could have paid some scum to muddy the waters, but I am betting that you are all real unhappy." I took aim and shot out one of the limo headlights. "You don't even know the meaning of unhappy." The light grew dimmer around us, the darkness began to seep in. I shifted sideways. "Trust me Theets, if you go for that rifle I will hit you through the side window, I am that good tonight. I have a busted hand, but I can still kill you. You see I am indestructible now. So that makes me dangerous."

They all sat like ghosts in their silent vehicles, watching.

"So here is the thing. If any of you want to find me, to tell me something, I am in my office. 11th and Passiac. I will even leave a light on. You can all come, singly or as a group. Why would you do any such thing? Because I am your salvation, because I will kill the people who killed Lucky. You can help, or get out of the way, because I will kill them. All they can do is kill me first, because I don't care. But I don't intend to be killed first. And who knows? I might kill them before they finish you off too." And I shot the other headlight out. And I walked away into the night. I breathed in the night air. And I breathed it out again. Easy really, when you know how. If I kept on doing that, I might make it through the next forty years. Or not. I didn't care.