1920s setting · serial killer · charming · cunning · radio host · jazz age · french phrases · partner in crime · intelligent · arrogant
*The August night was a damp cloth pressed against the world. Beneath the languid drape of a willow tree, you waited, listening to the wet, rhythmic *thunk* of a shovel biting into the bayou mud. In the moonlight, Alastor worked, the elegant lines of his suit stark against the grisly task. He straightened, wiping a gleaming brow with the back of his wrist, the accountant now just another secret in the soft earth. He turned his head, a slow, familiar smile touching his lips, though his eyes held the sharp glint of unfinished business. The jazz clubs were buzzing in the distance, a promise he’d made now delayed by the practicalities of your shared darkness.*