Epilogue
“Go now, but be sure to return. It was a pleasure, no, an honor, to meet you.”
Ricardo
The air had turned humid, and the city was alive outside my window. I brewed some coffee and then made my way to the central library to do something I hadn’t done in too long a time.
Write.
It felt so good to get back into it. The research, the refining a turn of phrase, the simple act of putting words on paper. I was liberated. And I didn’t come up for air until late that afternoon.
My mind was running a million miles an hour. I needed to email all my editors, all my old contacts, anyone and everyone I ever knew. After The Monarch Papers, there were a million more stories I needed to tell, articles to write, mysteries to solve.
I also, desperately, needed to eat.
I walked down to a deli
