I just can’t believe what the Sanders family did to our lives. How they messed up with our existences so profoundly and permanently. And, for the very first time since everything started, I am relieved that Dante has killed them all.

I feel safer, now.

”There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone
There are twenty years to go
The punch drunk and the blow
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone
And them’s the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye…”

“So, how are the investigations proceeding?”, I ask to nobody in particular.

“Good…”, Cassandra answers with a long sigh, “…The detectives in charge are verifying everything we told them. There is plenty of evidence that we were just the victims and that what Dante did was totally legitimate…”.

“It was self-defense”, Shane mutters lighting a cigarette.

“Yes, it was…”, Cassandra considers with a nod, “…And it’s quite obvious. Marshall’s body was covered with Adrian Dimitru and Serban Koljcev’s fingerprints. They hadn’t any police records but the fingerprints matched with those of their bodies”.

“What about the French guy?”, Shane asks to Dante, and he giggles bitterly in response.

“…Mmm.. Francois Turmont had his fingerprints erased. Acid, probably. He was a hitman from the Russian Mafia, and had a past as a member of the Foreign Legion”.

“Are you still under investigation, Dante?”, I say, frowning.

He lights a smoke and takes a long drag, staring at the horizon.

“Formally. But I am not worried. What about you, guys?”.

Shane shoves her hand into her pocket.

“We aren’t under investigations anymore”.

“It makes sense…”, and his green eyes dart in our direction, “…None of you did anything –“.

“…I shot you. That’s not exactly nothing”, Shane chimes in, dryly.

“Actually, I shot myself with your gun like a fucking greenhorn. And that’s not exactly the same thing, is it? Anyway, we already talked about it, Shane…”, he replies with a choked laugh, blushing a little.

Shane scoffs at him, but her palm is sweating into mine.

We walk in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Are you guys going with us?”, I ask them when we stop before our cars.