Part 1 of 9 - The Mysterious Man

I came here tonight to do one thing.   Might be the last thing I ever do, but, damnit, it has to be done. Can't wait anymore.  Planned as good as I can.  If things go right, by tomorrow, I'll be a thousand miles away.  If not, it'll be prison or the grave.  It smells like it's gonna rain soon; the air is thick. I check my trenchcoat pockets to make sure everything's ready and pull my fedora down over my eyes.  One big, deep breath, then I open the oak front door of "The Nightcap."