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f and felt so fucking terrible Boo-hoo But it worked out Because John decided he’d tell Barrett that his victim had lived

See, that’s the beauty of it

That one night, two hit-and-runs

Mine, and Barrett’s

His victi in a shack in the forest She wasn’t found for weeks due to the snow-packed ground and when she was, no obituary Just a little news brief

Hoould Barrett knoasn’t his victim? He’d been so drunk, John didn’t think he remembered the correct road name They’d left a dead victim, but who’s to say the dead never co? In fact, the stories in the papers later said she’d done just that: died and returned A murder with no dead

Lucky

So lucky

John cared so much for his friend, he helped his own brother Only one of his accomplices, General Broomfield’s son, Michael, known in ACE as Bluebell, questioned the location of the wreck when John told all of them the victim had survived But Bluebell—Michael—had been drunk as well They’d all been drinking And who questioned John—their honest, valiant Breck?

Breck was a hero

When he died and it came out that it was Barrett’s fault—the pussy couldn’t shoot some desert rat and so the operation that day went to shit, with John covering for Barrett—it made more sense to me There, the type of man who drove intoxicated, hit a woman, ran

Barrett—not me

I told s Up until the ti, it all made so much sense to me And after that, the nervousness The fear The fury

I tried hard to keep tabs on theet Gwen to talk to ht s were still okay until she told Jaht

The team I’d hired to watch Gwenna and Barrett came in contact with another teahosts As it turns out, they had an agenda, too They orking for General Broo to keep an ACE scandal at bay