Sixty four days after. This is the day it all begins again. Alice is two months dead. The new year is now less than that away, and I feel like I’ve been re-born. I’ve been running about twenty five miles a week, working the bag every morning, doing push ups, pull ups, squats, bench presses, thrusts, anything at all to keep myself in shape. To prepare myself for the fight. I’ve practically converted the basement into a gym, and I spend a lot of time down there now I’ve managed to hook up an internet connection too. Martin leaves me alone, just so long as I’m not planning on killing myself again, which I’m pretty sure he’s convinced I’m not. The gun is hidden in a box of Alice’s things, at the bottom of the closet in my room. It’ll never be found there. I’ve got good at concealing things recently. It’s become what I do. I begin my search with James William Cutler. Battery, burglary, grand larceny, sexual assault - a real animal. Just looking at his photos makes my stomach turn over.
