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Greetings from beyond the grave!

By now you know that all I’ve really left you is a whole heap of trouble. If I were still around to have an opinion on the
matter, I would understand if you decided to walk away from it all. Hell, if I’m dead right now, that’s a good indication I
should have done the same. But you know me too well, and I know you too well. If you were the kind of person who always
did the sensible thing, we wouldn’t be such good friends.

You have been there when I needed you in the past and I hope you will be again, even if it’s too late to save me. I’ve been
pulling threads all over the world and while most of them are still unraveling, I think I’m onto something big. Carlton and
Jonah can fill in more of the details for you—I’ve left some of my papers and notes with them, which should help you work
out which hornets’ nests you need to poke next.

I trust you to bring my killers to justice. Of course, I’m assuming I was murdered—it will be just plain embarrassing if I was
run over by a trolley car! Follow my investigation to its bloody end, and seek out the truth. I’m not asking you to finish my
book—none of you can write worth a damn.

Your friend, always,

Jackson