You've reached Anthony Bledsoe. Leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

As this investigation has gone on, I've been able to count on Anthony when I've hit a dead end.

He's pointed me towards a new lead, a new avenue of inquiry, anytime we've

discussed Lisa and Violet. When the trail ran cold, Anthony swooped into the rescue. I'd considered

them lucky breaks. Then I saw him on the security camera footage at my hotel, dropping off

the tapes of Lisa being held captive by Mercy and Light members.

When I first spoke to Ricky, under house arrest in Olive Hill,

Ricky had said that a trusted friend was dropping them off.

A trusted friend.

Clearly, they've been manipulating me, working me.

What were they trying to keep from me?

Since Anthony hasn't been answering my calls,

it looks like I'm going to have to go to him.

My mother was old-fashioned, traditional.

I used to think of her as living a small life, uninteresting, boring, small.

I never wanted my mother's life.

It doesn't appeal to me, even though people told me, as I got older, it would.

It didn't.

Doesn't.

But I don't think I want the path I'm on now, extrapolated outward. It didn't, doesn't.

But I don't think I want the path I'm on now, extrapolated outward to its logical conclusion.

A career and accomplishment-centered drive to outdo the last thing.

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