24th of spetember 2013, the day she died, it was the beginning of the end, for some it was the start of hell. She was now gone, he was free to exact revenge. He had planned for this day...... 2011....September 10th New Orleans...... It was just another early morning rise for Carl, although he knew his tasks in hand. He was about to head out on a vacation, as the Americans called it, he would rather call it a holiday. Carl had moved some ten years earlier rather than get rid of his east Edinburgh accent, which was a calculated risk, he used it to his advantage, owning a pub on the outskirts of the French quarter, he liked his locals and the passing tourist trade was a good mix. He stepped out onto the cobble streets with a brush in hand, it was 7am but he could tell it was going to be Another hot one, he looked at the cobbles below, they reminded him of home, we'll a part of Edinburgh that had cobbles, was not the Edinburgh he grew up in, he grew up in the post war, 1960's let build as many crap houses as possible Edinburgh..... "Aye shite" he said out loud, that's what Niddrie was, a hell hole. Carl pulled himself together, no point worrying about the past, he will take care of that when he has the opportunity. "Time to wake the girls" he said to himself.... The girls were in actually fact, the two ladies who worked for him, and helped run, what Carl would describe as a tight ship. Carl pushed hisway thru the swinging doors of the pub, it was a typical pub, but just on a massive scale, it actually had two bars inside, and kept the three of them busy. Running up stairs making as much noise as possible so that Dana, and Carrie would get the message that it Was time to restock the bar.. "Ladies......time to get up" he shouted. Carl knew that Dana would surface first, she had learned to take care of herself behind the bar, she had been with Carl almost eight years, Carrie almost two, she was still learning when to say yes, and more importantly when to say no, when it came to drinking with the customers Carl had a don't ask policy in the pub, he never told any of his staff about his "Past" and in return never asked any questions, this worked well enough, he would pick up the odd nugget about his them.Dana ran away from an abbusive husband, Carrie, a pregnancy gone wrong. He sometimes wondered what they had gleamed from him over the years. Within the hour, the three of them had a good routine going, even if Carrie had a hangover from hell. It was 10am the passing trade had started to file in mostly just people on their way to work, picking up a cuppa coffee. with the customers.....