memory suppressor had been torn from him. He had done this willingly, for his girls—and for himself, to end his self-destructive warpath. Suddenly the words from Reidigger’s note, the one he had found in Zurich, made a lot more sense: If you’re reading this, it’s because what we did came back to bite us in the ass. I always thought it might, which is why I’ve been carrying this around ever since.
