Blaise waited for Rookwood to do some lines off his dash before going into his house. His wife and mother-in-law were inside. Might as well let the man have one last nose candy before he met his maker. Rookwood got out of his car, unsteady on his feet. Blaise walked up behind him, quiet as a cat on the cobblestones. Two bullets and it was done. Blaise never said a word, just walked away as though he had never been there. Rookwood had decided to fuck around and now he had found out. Too bad that he couldn’t change his ways in death.