[And swinging - he could almost see the noose, woven from spider-web. James would not make such a declaration without absolute confidence]

And there will be no persuading you?

[He asked, his voice quiet, already his mind was turning, replaying their encounters, now seeing the small threads being drawn out, entwined so he would have no hope but to get trapped. There was a strange thrill, to be outmaneuvered in such a fashion, wanting to pick at James' mind, unraveling the threads, to learn his process.

But that will not happen, not when the detective declared the end of this game]