I am content. I’m ready. Everything’s in place. It’s a good time to go.’ Troy sat back, checked what he’d written and smiled. ‘That’s a cat I’m putting among the pigeons.’Lexi shook her head. ‘Sometimes you talk in riddles.’‘It’ll force Charon Angel’s hand,’ said Troy, hitting the return key to post the comment online.Replies began to arrive within a minute.‘I implore you to seek help.’ ‘What you’re thinking of doing is wrong. The taking of any life is against God’s law. Choose life.’ ‘Forget the past. Whatever happened there is over. You must look to the future and recognize its potential. Start afresh.’ After three minutes came the message that Troy most wanted to see. Charon Angel wrote, ‘The day after tomorrow – or next week, next month or whatever – some full-of-life girl might step off the road in front of a speeding cab. You might have been the one person close enough to yank her back, to save her life. Perhaps she would have gone on to be a leading politician, making the world a better place.
