“Regrets, Stamford?” the detective replied as he lay on his death bed. “Only one.” I let the silence sit between us for a moment before responding. “That’s not bad, Rake. One regret in sixty-five years is bloody impressive.”
“Regrets, Stamford?” the detective replied as he lay on his death bed. “Only one.” I let the silence sit between us for a moment before responding. “That’s not bad, Rake. One regret in sixty-five years is bloody impressive.”