Damn it! Why can't I find Jack? Warren curses under his breath. Of all the days, any other time I see him several times and now he has become invisible; could he have changed his disguise and not told me?
Locating the booth where Jack buys a bottle to aide in his drunken appearance, Warren discovers some unpleasant news. Hey, Mister Mitchell, have you seen that drunken reprobate Jackson? Yessir, I indeed did. I'm surprised you'r ask'n me tat. Why do you say that? We'll'en he got arrested 'bout an hour, t'was now. What?! He got'n a fight with a man 'bout som'n and stabbed'em or got stabbed his self. Holy Shite! It t'was a mess. Folks got tup'set and t'wer saying things like he'a be'en The Ripper, way he swung the blade and stabb'en at the fell'er.
Warren stood there with his mouth open, like a bird house with out an occupant on it's perch. How the hell can this be happening?! Not now, not the f--- now! Warren takes off running towards the station...this could be the end of everything.
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