But I want the correct man in the reader’s head first, because what makes the next twelve parts worth reading is that he is not a tycoon and there is no revenge available to him and he never had any power over a single person in that room.

He is a twenty-eight-year-old with a job and a bicycle, and what he actually did, when it was all over, took eleven dollars and forty cents and three minutes.

Part Eighteen: The Twenty-Ninth of January 2013

Maya was four.

Douglas took her with him on a Saturday afternoon to his office, which he did sometimes, and there had been an argument that morning which was not an argument and which was about a dishwasher.

He parked in the structure under the building.