In the darkened room, the Florist watched the flickering images on the silent television. When the smiling face of Karla Jones appeared, he turned up the volume. She had been a university student majoring in economics, with aspirations to work with the United Nations. He gnawed reflectively on his drawing pen.
The old debate consumed him. Had she been worthy to live, she might have made a contribution. Perhaps his judgment had been clouded. Too swift? Ungovernable passion? No, of course not.
He tossed down his pen. Her lips had been painted bright carmine and her eyes made up with luminescent, garish blue. She had been begging for it. Permitted to live, she only would have tortured men with her grossly seductive charm.
A true artist must prevail over any adversity. Fire set substance free. His work set souls free. If he were to fail in his artistry, then—and only then—would he destroy with fire.
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Mystery / ThrillerMeet Harry Jenkins, Toronto lawyer. Look below the surface of his city. Follow his growth toward compassion and understanding while he tracks a killer dubbed The Florist and roots out a massive money laundering fraud from the darkest corridors of po...
