Day 77: 17 Oct 2010
Cassie explained the situation to me as we drove to Los Angeles today.
"I got him to agree to stop killing. At least until you get to Los Angeles and he can talk to you," she said.
"Why would he do that? I mean, why stop?" I asked.
"I managed to convince him that slaughtering the West Coast Syndicate was pointless, as you're no longer under their control."
"But I am," I said.
"I don't think you are anymore. You haven't contacted them in weeks. Bet it hasn't even bothered you. I think you're the one driving now, not your slug."
I hadn't thought of it like that. Was she right? Am I free?