Some could see Jesus in a tortilla. Jardine wondered: what will the cleaner see when she scrapes my brains off the wall. He was conking out, dying from lymphoma, so chewing on the business end of a shotgun made sense.
If pushed for an opinion he would say that the whole business was very unpropitious.
Jardine’s life was a tribute to sheer willpower. He left a note: ‘Better to close the deal and go out now. I have no regrets.’
He thought: the last thing to go through my brain will be a .22 round.
The cleaner was very efficient.