The cold blade touched his skin, and Jack was surprised and caught off guard. Oh sure, he'd heard of the murderer in the city, but it hadn't mattered much to him. Who would come after him?
Jack Napier?
The Clown Prince of Crime?
Joe Kerr?
Nobody, that's who.
Of course, he was discovering quite abruptly, that he was very very wrong about that. Considering the knife. And the person whispering in his ear. In a very ominous way. Kind of like how he would have done, had he been on a murderous rampage through the city. Now that he was thinking about it, why hadn't he come up with it first?
"Pretty clever, you know?" Jack tried to look back but saw nothing. "Green and white and red all over. Pretty funny."