Joesph

Why are these people after me?

I'm normal. You know. Got a job. Two ex-wives. Do a lot of touring. Now I've got all these wierdo's after me. I mean, the last guy who got me a drink was saying about how my kids were the 'Hunter' and the 'Pilgrim' or something like that. Both of them. I'm the father. Different mothers. I'm special.

Last I heard the guy had lost most of his vision in his right eye after I glassed him there. I don't need to be reminded that both of them are missing.

No leads. No ransom notes. The police were bugging me for weeks about it. I barely saw them as it was. John was an executive for some major car firm. Fiona was just starting high school for god's sake! And even though it was years between the two...

Money. Threats. No idea who I should go to. Maybe I should go with the money people.

Please tell me you are going to say something that's gonna cost you an eye.