Chapter Four Thursday, December 23
I rise early, thoughts of Jonathan Muir and his Korean nemesis still an unwelcome presence in my head. Despite Gina’s advice, I can’t seem to let this bizarre revelation about an Elite super-psychic villain working for a foreign government slip from my brain.
I mean, come on. Helping the cops doesn’t make me a detective any more than spending an hour inside the head of a guy racing through the streets of some unknown Asian metropolis makes me a spy. How do I even know Jonathan Muir was the good guy in the scene I relived yesterday? It seemed like he was, but I know bad guys tend to view themselves as being on the side of righteousness while they commit terrible acts. True, the Korean and his thugs did dispatch him with a cold ruthlessness that would chi
