You might say that it all started with a phone call, that morning in my hotel room. Only it didn’t, not really. The wheels of my life were in motion long before then. Before the first murders, before the first job. Before I had ever heard of PUPI: before there was a PUPI for anyone to hear of. Before all hell broke loose, and the Cosa Nostradamus was almost destroyed…
For me it started years earlier, when I was still in college, and my dad had gone missing for the last time, with just a cryptic letter left behind, and with a stranger listening in on my thoughts. That was when my life changed, when everything that was to come, began.
But I didn’t make the connection, not then, and not for a while later.
I’m better at putting the pieces together, now. I have to be.
It’s what I’m trained to do.
The world changes.
If you’re lucky, you know it’s happening.
If you’re really lucky, you know you’re part of it.
This is my part.