Jackson

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The trip to Georgia is cancelled. So is the deal in Mass. He sent Jay and some other guys to go handle it. We're going straight to New York. The city, NYC. It's just him, Kitty, and me. We're meeting two people up there. They have an apartment for us to stay.

The road trip has been long, though we've already reached Virginia. I must say, the drive is kind of peaceful if you forget about how I'm a wanted criminal. Or how he has a gun ready just an inch from him if I "try anything". Or if you ignore the god awful music Kitty put on.

There's two... missions... scheduled for New York. Some lady named Sandy McClean as well as someone only known as a "backstabbing whore". I haven't found out her real name, so that's all I know her as.

I'm trying not to think about it. Or the events of last week. Or the blood splattered on the Yellow-3 Uno card. Or the look in his lifeless eyes. Or the... No. I can't think about this right now. I can't cry. Not in front of him. Kitty—maybe—but not him. Never him.

Head up, Jackie. Maybe it'll be over soon.

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