I.M. Jack

JACK VAN DUNEN WANTS OUT OF HIS PICTURE PERFECT LIFE... Jack imagined dousing his house with gasoline and watching it burn to the ground. Fresh start. Somewhere smaller, simpler. He spun around in his chair once, then braced himself by grabbing the edge of his desk. He was surely losing his mind. ...WITH HIS CONTROLLING WIFE. “Are you asking?” “No.” HE FINDS SOLACE IN A TEXT-AFFAIR. He was not that kind of husband. Not that father. Not that man. Although, sometimes he wondered what kind of man he really was any more. BUT WHEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE... The back of Jack's skull exploded in excruciating pain. His eyes filled with bright orange and red. He blinked once. Then, nothing. WHO IS LEFT HOLDING THE SMOKING GUN?