Adelman wants me back, but I told her to take a powder. Tijuana Muck offered me a job and it pays better than the Rag ever did, so I’ll be moving south of the border, down Mexico way.
If you’re worried about Sammy, you can save your concern for someone else. He’ll be fine. I’ll be going back and forth between Mexico and New York, and Munoz and Lynch promise they’ll keep an eye on things. Besides, his BZRK pals are coming out of the woodwork now that the brainwave interceptor gadget is safe.
I feel bad the sisters aren’t around to see that their brother is a hero. Davis got the gadget stashed safe and sound before he went off his nut, and the world owes him its thanks. What became of Sophie and Sylvie? I don’t know. I hope the ending turns out to be happy, but I wouldn’t count on it.
The story of Lear, Sam, BZRK, Nexus, the Morgensteins, and the rest has been quite a journey. After all that, I’m looking forward to reporting on your average, run-of-the-mill drug violence.
I’m not getting any younger. I could use the rest.
Your old pal,