“Why can’t you stay here with me? Why do you keep doing this, Michael? Why do you keep dragging us back here?”

I took my beautiful wife in my arms and kissed her; kissed her like it was the first time. “Can’t you see? I gotta keep goin’ in there until they’re all dead.”

I felt cold all over and I shook it off.

“Havin’ the dream again?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” I told him and ran my hands over my face. I looked over at Bobby, he was seated in his usual spot, in his recliner, in his basement. I had fallen asleep on the couch and was having the same dream I’ve been dreaming since Cassandra was murdered. I don’t have the dream as often as I used to, but every time I do it changes. But Cassandra was right; he always kills her. It doesn’t matter what I do, he always kills her.

This all began when I came back from Todos Santos, an island located near the Tropic of Cancer in the southern portion of the Baja Peninsula off the coast of Mexico. I had gone there to kill Diego Estabon. A year before that, Diego had been the mastermind behind the kidnapping of my wife, Cassandra.

For that he had to die.

But when I got home I found Cassandra dead. Brutally murdered and the cops arrested me for her murder. I remember seeing her lying there on the floor and immediately dropping to my knees.

Both of her eyes were blackened, nearly purple; there were blotches of blood on her cheek. Her face was swollen so much I could hardly believe I was looking at my wife. My beautiful baby.

I remember there was so much blood, and there were bullet wounds in her back. Why would somebody do that to her? Every time I have that fuckin’ dream I swear that I will find and kill everybody who I think was involved.

I really believe Kirk knows something. He’s a good cop, and if it weren’t for him, I’d probably still be in jail. Kirk may not know who hired the men who killed Cassandra, otherwise, they’d be in jail, but he knows something. I’ve tried talking to him about it; he said it was police business. Like I give fuck about what’s police business. Somebody knows who hired them, and I’ll find them, and I’ll kill them all. “How’d you know I was havin’ the dream?” I asked Bobby.