He has been running and hiding for at least a year.
He sensed almost immediately after murdering his daughter, Sandi, that something was wrong. He had anticipated instant gratification for his accomplishment. But instead, he became aware that he had failed yet again.
So he ran. And he continued to run, hiding with the rats and the other vermin; sustaining himself on the stuff they left behind.
But there is no hiding from something so wicked as Corwin.
He has proved to be spectacularly incompetent, in spite of the advantages he had paid so dearly to acquire. Sadly, he must now pay his debt in-full. And the Beast always comes to collect in person.
Perhaps he will succeed at being a decent chew toy.
Though it is doubtful.
A grizzly and entertaining death is exactly what Corwin needed to improve his foul mood. That, and another debt collected. A chilling wind blows through the city’s murky underbelly as Corwin’s lips curl into a malicious smile. Even the reaper knows not to interfere.
There truly is plenty to smile about. Opportunity has again thrown herself at him like a smut-drunk lover, desperate for yet another lurid and raunchy affair. And while each previous copulation with fate has been mildly entertaining, there is something special about this particular rendezvous that promises to be grossly satisfying.