Throughout It All

8 | Making A Plan | July 19, 1914

The ironic thing about the chapter title is that I have no plan for this chapter.

Well, I guess that's going to change soon haha. Hopefully.

We'll just have to see how this goes.

Enjoy! :)

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Jack puts the letter on the table for everyone to see and read over again. "Alright. This is what we have to work with."

It really is chilling to read the letter again. Most of them had forgotten just how unsettling reading the letter really is. It definitely does not have a light and cheery tone. Instead, there's pleading, and a hint of despair in the urgency. 

Jack just wishes that he had gotten the letter sooner, instead of a year after Kid Blink wrote it.

They still have so many questions.

"So..." Spot says finally, "in essence, Kid Blink wanted us to get together, which we already have, but he also wants us to find a murderer from 1907--who murdered a murderer--and he wants us to find this Kid Griffo to explain it all for us, so we can ... in his words, help the ones who he terrorized. And he thinks we know how to do that."

"Well when you put it like that..." Race says reproachfully.

"We don't have a solid plan, yet," Jack tells them. "But we can think of one. I know we can."

"Jackie Boy and his enthusiasm," Spot says dryly. "Gotta say, I missed that baseless we-can-do-this attitude."

"How about we stop passive-agressively talking about everyone's strengths and flaws and actually try to figure out how we're going to do this?" Mush mediates.

They all avert their eyes. "Sorry."

It's late. They're all tired. But they all know that they won't be able to sleep until they follow this through. It's what they owe Kid Blink, and it's what they owe Mush.

"Do you know why he didn't write to you?" David asks Mush suddenly. "I mean, he barely talked to Jack at all. Why did he write to Jack instead of you?"

"David," Jack warns.

Mush opens his mouth, but he doesn't have any words to say yet. He closes his mouth. When he opens it again he says, "I don't know. I truly don't know. I was there with him, when he..." he trails off. "I don't know why he thought of Jack first."

"What if we'll figure that out once we find this Kid Griffo?" Jack asks. "And maybe it will all start making sense?"

"I, for one, can't wait for things to start making sense," Race declares. "We've been going around in ciricles pretty much all day."

Everyone can agree with that.

"So where do we start looking for Kid Griffo?" Spot asks. "Kid Blink didn't give us any details on his potential whereabouts."

"Did Kid Blink happen to know Kid Griffo from his days in the mafia?" Jack asks. "Surely it can't be that hard to find a bunch of mobsters."

Both Race and Mush bristle a little.

Jack glances at them. "What?"

Race doesn't know where to begin. 

So Mush does. "Why did you have to phrase it like that?"

Jack doesn't know exactly what he said. "Sorry, but what exactly did I say?"

Race shakes his head. "Y'know? Don't worry about it." It's not exactly what Jack said--it's more about what he hasn't said yet, what would probably follow his seemingly harmless comments, about who is usually involved in the mafia, but Race doesn't want to wait around to find out if Jack say those words or not.