Chapter 8

He gripped the knife tightly, creeping into the darkened hospital room. He swung directly at "me" lying on the bed.

But I had been waiting for him all along.

Realizing he had slashed a pillow, he knew it was a trap and immediately turned to flee.

I flipped on the lights. The police aimed their guns at him.

"Don't move!"

Only then did I get a good look at this old acquaintance I hadn't seen in 15 years.

Nolan, looking haggard and worse for wear, was restrained by the officers.

"You wanted to kill me that badly?"

He stared at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Of course! It's all I've thought about. Every day in prison, I imagined ways to end you."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost my bright future."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Wasn't that your own doing? Seems you're keen on going back to jail."

He threw his head back and cackled.

"Ha! We'll see about that."