Afterwards retirement will be waiting.
His victim: old, defenceless, alone, wealthy.
Frank is only minutes away from the successful implementation of his plan.
Everything seems perfect ... or does it only seem so?
Why is his victim not fighting for his life?
Is this last murder really the most simple of his career or is the old man hiding something from him and Frank will soon know what it means to be a victim?
"Well, in my opinion, everybody gets what he deserves. I believe that from the deep of my heart. If this is supposed to be my fate, there you are!" He spread his arms theatrically and impertinently smiled at Frank.
"Take the money, if you want to, it is back there, in the black cupboard."
There was such a victorious squint around the corner of his eyes, that it chased a quick shiver down Frank´s spine. Didn´t ABE have any fear?
Then he stooped slightly and looked directly into Frank´s eyes. His voice grew low: "I have fully enjoyed my life until the very end, and I am not sad, if I have to leave today. I have made peace with myself and everyone else. Can you say the same about yourself, if you go today, lad?" He lent back contentedly, folded his hands in his lap and started twiddling his thumbs. 3 left turns - 3 right turns - 3 left turns ...
This upset Frank so much, that he would have liked to pull the trigger right there and then. Who did this guy think he was to hold him a sermon about life? His life was just starting to get somewhere; the only thing he had to do was to switch out the light on the old guy. The old geezer had got it all wrong. Probably old age dementia. Brain incontinence. In any case, he would not allow himself to be provoked, or break the tradition or shoot ABE dead without heeding his last wish.