We've been writing these from the graveyard since June. Eight dispatches. Nobody asked us to. That's generally how the best things start.
But the edge isn't a place you write about from a chair, even a very good chair, even with wine. So we're packing the car.
From here on, the dispatches come from wherever we are. Weekly. A case, a place, a thing that doesn't add up, written down before the dust settles.
Cass is in charge of the map. I'm in charge of everything else. He says that's not a fair division of labor. He's right. It's not.
Bring a jacket.
S.