_Sucess_ he thought as he stirred in a splash of cream. His coffee was a bit to bitter.

He had perfectly staged his death. And now he would live peacefully in the middle of nowhere.

The woods of Alaska now guarded James Burnham, a supposedly dead man.

And he couldn’t be more happy. Well he could, because he had just spilled coffee on his white shirt.

But nonetheless, he thought himself a very smart man.