Part Three - Coming For Me

I've been left for dead more times than I care to remember. Every last one of them has walked away. I don't blame them. I would have walked away from me too if I thought I was dead.

But I'm not dead. And I definitely cannot walk away from myself. I've tried.

In all that time, with all of those fading footsteps, no one has ever sought me out. Until this note appeared out of the crystal blue fucking sky. Shit.

After that run in with the bounty hunter on the Budapest Islands, I've made triple sure that all my tracks were not only covered, but erased.

"M.S." could have been anyone. Bounty Hunter, Family Member, Religious Zealot, Private Detective. Too many options.

So I went with 'Private Detective' for starters. If that didn't play out, I'd try something else. But for now, I thought, he's a P.I. But who was his client? Person or a group? Cops? Government? The Church?

But besides the fact of who hired him, is M.S. even a him?

I'd definitely have to retrace my steps.

Carefully.