As for Vico? He’d spend the rest of his life in a maximum-security cell—and for the first time, he prayed not for escape, but for forgiveness.
Behind them, slow applause. Mr. Morning stepped from the shadows, unhurried, unarmed. He looked at them both like a father disappointed by gifted children. gangster the cop the devil
The devil, licking his wounds in the dark, smiled. “Good game,” he whispered to no one. “See you in the sequel.” As for Vico
They walked out together—the gangster and the cop—as the devil crawled into a storm drain, diminished but not destroyed. Behind them, the fire rain made the whole city look like judgment. he prayed not for escape