Mr.Stamp

Previously

…I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling like a million indifferent eyes. The search was over. The body had been found. Don Corleone was in custody. The game had changed, and I, Mr. Stamp, was no longer just the player. I was the prize. The hunt was on, and this time, the hunters were legion. My carefully constructed new life as a lawyer was already crumbling, and the ghost of Mr. Stamp, the man who bent the rules, was about to be forced to break them in ways he never imagined. The search was over, but my own personal nightmare had just begun.