What would they think if they knew his father had owned a corner grocery store? Nothing could be more mundane than selling lotto tickets and cigarettes and candy. This Cox did not do mundane. He never had. He had spent his whole life separating himself from the horrific mundanity of his family and home life. No one could ever find out the truth. There was no respect and fear for the normal man at the Centre. What would mysterious Mr. Cox be without the macabre history he had made up for himself? Nothing but another small man in a suit.