Being an Enforcer meant a lot of things, but one thing it meant was that I was another ‘e’ word.

An executioner.

That was the only reason the abductor would still be in the bunker. The only reason I’d be seeing him again. It wasn’t always an easy thing. But it was going to be easy this time. And I was going to enjoy it. I so rarely got closure.

When we went down the stairs into Charles’ backyard dungeon, I couldn’t help seeing the moments I’d shared with ...