Unfinished Business...
I FOUND myself back facing Satan.
He was standing dockside, smugly watching two of my erstwhile copper colleagues loading the latest consignment of misery to his domain across the Styx.
He smiled. “Welcome back,” Mr Mason.
I couldn’t give a stuff about his niceties. All I knew was that Sandra was in danger and that I was the only bloke who could help her. Added to that, I loved her like crazy and wanted to see her one last time. I grabbed Satan by his lapels and yanked his face into mine.
“Not yet!” I shouted. “For Christ’s sake, not yet!”
If he was startled or compassionate or both, he didn’t let on. He didn’t say or do anything. He just sort of regarded me in neutral.
Then it occurred to me that I could’ve stated my case better. I stepped back and grinned. “Have I got a deal for you,” I told him.