Epilogue
Junior
I didn’t fly out to be a nice guy. That’s never me. But Tony came home to bring his mom out, so I figured I could go for the last concert, too.
Officially, Pepper Heart, Inc. finished paying off its debt to me last weekend. This last concert is a fundraiser to help r**e victims. Pretty classy, considering the s**t that went down with Pepper and her manager.
I still can’t believe Tony’s letting that asshole keep breathing, but I guess they say he’ll be locked up for a good long time. The police have evidence of his payment to a known hitman—deceased, killer officially unknown—as well as eyewitness accounts of him rigging the lighting to fall on Pepper, and multiple r**e victims from his past coming forward after Pepper went public with her story.
I straighten my jacket
