Noir

I'm writing this at my desk...

not much time and got to get

it down before they get here...

if it hadn't been for that bad

lobster dinner and missing the

train, I wouldn't be in this 

mess...the key's in the mail 

box, and the timer is set for

two o'clock tomorrow afternoon...

that's all I needed to get down. 

A few minutes 'til they get here...

I could write down a few things...

my last testament?

What's worth saying? Besides, 

soon it won't matter...only 

a very few will even see this. 

Glad that bottle was still in the 

drawer...always enjoyed the view

of the shore from this window...

nice breeze today...I can smell 

a little salt. I'm sure they'll 

find the boat in a day or two...

The shakuhatchis were a nice touch...

and, you have to admit, the timing

of the assassin was impeccable...

someone's at the door..