I've never felt so alone.
For the first time in my life, I have absolutely no one I can go to; no one I can count on. The one person I thought I could trust has turned out to be someone I never really knew at all. It makes me wonder how long he'd been planning this. Was he ever really insane? If not, he's one hell of an actor. Even better than Sloan.
He never went to Japan. He's been hanging out here in LA, waiting for an opportunity to kill me. I don't know why. As far as I know, I've never photographed anyone he cared anything about. He's the one person who never really seemed to have a problem with what I did for a living. It helped pay the bills and that was all that mattered to him.
So what did I do? And what does Sloan have to do with all this? Harry wanted him to find
