The driver in Taxi Cab 899 is either the same guy who gave me a lift that first night or his twin. A skinny little fellow with an Ul'ru accent, playing twangy music. Flying over the skyscrapers, I sit in the backseat, leaning back and massaging the throbbing place where I banged my shin escaping the factory. After narrowly avoiding Albright and Wilmer, I've decided enough is enough. I'm headed downtown, to the Amber City Morgue.
I need what I was promised in the beginning. A first-hand look at the body. Because things are starting to move pretty fast, and something's just not adding up. But first, I take out my datapad and prompt a number to dial. It's time to see if any of what Caesar and I discussed has sunken in yet.
Caesar answers after only two rings. "Jack... How can you do such a
