Got an email from Jake just a few minutes ago.
Before I left Austin to go looking for you I paid a visit to someone you might remember. Reggie, your old boss? The one you liked? I'd planned on saving these and sending them to you with pictures of the rest of your little friends, but I figure it's best I send these on to give you a taste.
Attached were several pictures of Reggie and his boyfriend. Dead.
Neither of them would've had any clue where I was. That was for no other reason than to throw me.
What the fuck, Jake? I didn't think you were that much of a sick fuck. You'll pay for that. They deserved better.
I'm in shock