How does that old song go? "It’s all coming back to me now?" As I sat waiting for Jack, it all did.
The Ferrymen. My not-so-magnificent obsession for more than a year. Only a cataclysm could have made me forget.
I guess you could call them hitmen. You could also call Einstein a math whiz. Think ruthless. Think unstoppable. Think killers so proficient "caught the ferry" was fast replacing "bought the farm" in common usage, and you have the Ferrymen in a nutshell.
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