“…and like that, he’s gone.”
The power of imagination. What someone sees is so often not what appears before them, but what their mind makes of it. Like that shark from Jaws- don’t see the bastard for like ninety percent of the movie, and by the time you do, you’re practically wetting yourself. Not because of the shark, mind you, but because you’ve imagined him throughout the movie, and there’s nothing scarier than your imagination.
So I could tell you about the old country; slitting a throat there is considered a warning; the slaughter of a family, or families makes a more complete statement. You can only imagine what it takes to become the devil there, instead of just another demon.
Or the building of an empire in America, across America; eyes and ears on the street are useless unless they’re your own. So I lived, and made my name, and my mark. My faithful aide to watch from above, and I to do what I do best; watch, listen and strike when necessary. There isn’t a crime I haven’t got a hand in, a string I’m not pulling; there is no such thing as untouchable.
Or perhaps none of this is true. Maybe I’m just a guy with a good story, biding my time til I finish my cigarette. It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is what you imagine you’ve heard.