Then I finally got it. The lisp. It was gone. It was gone, and so was the man I thought I’d read so well. Darren Morgansen straightened in his seat. He looked sharper, more alert. Not the same god the tycoons of Todos Santos were, but closer. Warmer. What the fuck are you playing at, old man?
YEA, THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!
