After Evening

Everyone has secrets. Everyone has said, done or witnessed things they prefer not to talk about. I’m no different. My secrets, if known beyond my small circle of friends, could unravel a life that in many ways is ideal… my own.

My name is Clay Arnold. I’m a freelance photographer of some renown which means I make a very good living traveling the world on photographic assignments. My home is in a renovated nineteenth century beer brewery situated along the White River north of Indianapolis, Indiana. Most importantly, it’s where my close family of friends also resides. Oh, and there’s one other thing… I’m an avenging vigilante.

So what does that mean exactly? That I’m an avenging vigilante. Yes, it’s true that I’ve executed several domestic terrorists and right-wing racists who I felt deserved it. Yes, if I were totally honest, I would agree that I’ve felt a bit self-righteous about terminating bad people. And again honestly, I’m generally comfortable with being someone who chooses to even the score… but I have to admit that secrecy about this sometimes comes at a heavy price.