For the first time in seven years, my schedule was completely clear.

There were no late-night phone calls to answer.

There were no bodies to move, no bribes to deliver, and no fires to extinguish.

I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the stars.

The world was vast, cold, and entirely indifferent to the rise and fall of men like Arthur Costello.

I closed my eyes and let the steady vibration of the plane lull me into a deep, dreamless sleep.