“Maybe it’s not the app,” I said. “Maybe it’s the song.” He sipped the bourbon. “A song that guides people to their deaths? Feels a little Satanic Panic, doesn’t it? Interview Ozzy Osbourne about the old days. More people will read it then.” “It may take some time,” I said, “but the story will be there. Trust me. And when it appears, you won’t be happy.”
