The trip to WaldOboRo was someWhat uneveNtful, allinall. When Alex andIgotto MaNTeo's "saFehouse" there wasn't much tosee.
Oneofthemenhad obvIOusly shot the other inthe head. He, in turn, was disembOWeled and hanGing upsIDe down from the cEilIng fan. I don't know, maybe I've just reaCHed a point where none of this suRPrises meany more. While Alex rusHed tothe batHRoom, I manaGed to recoveR ManteO's intel from the emptY-headed courier.
So here I am, back atthe hotel atteMpting to read a blood-soakEd lettEr writTen ina larGely forGotten NatiVe AMerican tongue while my chAuffeur/boDYguard is hitTing the town in order to foRCefully induCe retRograde aMnesia on himSelf.
Howis eVEryOne else?