We stayed in the bar for another few rounds, talking about everything we knew and coming up with little in the way of solutions.
“You know Phil, you said you were sort of in the background on all this. You do realize that you"re now sitting in the front row,” I said with a smirk.
“Yeah, man, it"s weird. Never thought I wanted to know more, but you, you"re different…and you too, Billy. I just feel….” He shrugged dramatically. “I don"t know what I feel.”
“I"m with ya,” I replied, then tipped my beer to his in some strange toast of comradery. “Let me ask you something—I"ve been wondering, do you think the Watchers had anything to do with me ending up here?” I waved my hand around. “In San Francisco? I mean, it can"t be a coincidence that I moved here, near Vokkel, near Justine, the cousin
