I had returned home after a week long trip out of town, just that night. I hadn’t slept this well since… Well since I can remember. I was feeling good and looked forward to catching up with what’s been going on in my fair town of Meowland.
I was woken by the sound of pounding on my door. I groggily got up and walked over to see who it was. There was raining and Princess Leia was standing there, getting soaked. She was crying. I asked her what was wrong. She was struggling to find the words. She told me that it was Fang…
A blank look fell over my face and I tuned out. I didn’t hear what she was saying. Not the details anyway. I heard nothing after the first few words. Fang had died.
He was at home when it happened. The police said someone had broken in, probably a junkie, looking for cash and that Fang must have confronted the burglar. The events following must have led up to the burglar panicking and then…
I knew that this wasn’t what happened. It was staged. He must have had a lead on The Trap Setting Son of a Bitch.
It was my fault. I should never had asked him to help.
Fang… I’m sorry.