Chapter 12
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That was the last I saw of Jackie Cole for fifteen years. Without her there to distract me and make me feel better, Mike Croop's death weighed more and more on me. I threw up in the Freehold parking lot one night just thinking about it, and I was never able to go in there again before it closed. As time went by, I found it more and more impossible to walk those streets or to hang out in the same bars where my band used to play. I stopped going to rehearsals or scheduling shows, and my band faded out of existence like so may others.
The police did learn that a guy called Chaos had been around that night, but they never found out my legal name. If I recall correctly, my official status in the investigation was “person of interest.” When the squat got evicted I moved aw
