I thought I heard a siren wailing, but the sound was mine.
I billed Barbara Daggett for $1,040.00, which she paid by return mail. It’s nearly Christmas now and I haven’t slept well for six weeks. I’ve thought a lot about Daggett and I’ve changed my mind about one thing. I suspect he knew what was going on. From a distance, Tony might have passed for a woman, but up close, he looked exactly what he was … a young kid playing dress-up, smart beyond his years, but not wise enough by half. I don’t think Daggett was fooled. Why he went along with the game, I’m not sure. If he believed what Billy’d told him, he must have figured he was dead either way. Maybe he felt he owed Tony that last sacrifice. I’ll never know, but it makes more sense to me that way. Some debts of the human soul are so enormous only life itself is sufficient forfeit. Perhaps in this case, all of the accounts are now paid in full … except mine.
-Respectfully submitted, Kinsey Millhone