Part 5 of 9 - The Mysterious Man

The shots of bourbon placed before us finally breaks his concentration. After a moment and another drag of his ridiculous cigar, he looks up at me. I suppose there's one, small, infinitesimal chance for him to avoid what's coming.  I've never done anything like this before, and I have no qualms about doing it now.  I made peace with that a while back.  But if I don't have to...  I take one good look into his bloodshot eyes and hold that gaze for an extra moment. No recognition. No remorse. “You need somethin'?” he slurs.