Mr.Stamp

Previously

…The irony wasn’t lost on me. I, Mr. Stamp, the man who prided himself on his ability to navigate the darkest corners of human nature, was now caught in the middle of a vendetta fueled by a father’s grief and a killer’s desperation. The twisted path I’d chosen had led me to a precipice, and the fall was going to be a long one. I could feel it in my bones. The hunt had begun, and I was both the hunter and the hunted.