She's with my, boys.

Dear little Clarice is currently curled up in the corner humming some nursery rhyme. Come and get her, Jack and Pete.

I was just on the phone with a fed.

They're good. I thought I had shielded my number from them, but whatever. They want me to back off Black Leaf because Fisk wants him for something. Looks like I may need some back-up after all as the fed said they were going to get serious about stopping me from finding him and killing him now.
They weren't serious before when I was laid siege to? Thankfully, I just got a message from The Master. I heard His voice in my head as He said He's found me suitable help. He also said He doesn't want me to reveal who it is until I've met them. So this game of cat and mouse has become a game of war, then. This is going to be fun.

A thought

I'm turning back and heading to Boston. It dawns on me that Leaf can't get any good done just hanging out in the mountains. He'll head to a hot spot where he can get comes leads.

This is supposed to be some kind of April Fool's joke?!

I just got an email from my brother's e-address that said this.

73 74 6f 70

110 111 119

Translated: Stop now.

Two words: the hell?

Where the fuck are you?!

West? Into the mountains?! I should be able to pick up the Traitor's trail! Montana? Colorado? Where is he?! Damn it! I will find you, Traitor. And when I find you I will have your guts for guiter strings!

On the road again.

Hey, Fisk, you need about eleven body bags.

Just a little closer.

Come on, boys. I've never been so bored waiting for some idiots to decide they're tired of waiting for me to come out willingly. Look, I know you guys are reading. It's either come on in and take me by force or leave.