Baccano! - Volume 8 - Chapter 6

LINKING CHAPTER

AT THE INFORMATION BROKERAGE

New YorkThe Daily Days office

All right… I believe I’ll break off my tale here for now.

Just consider it an advance payment.

Didn’t I say as much earlier?

I was present in several situations.

There were others in which I was absent.

Most of what I’ve told you was focused on the prison. ’Cept there’s a few key things I haven’t told ya yet.

Those items are deeply connected to what happened in Chicago, this incident’s other stage. Unless I relate the events there, the other items won’t make sense.

I’ll tell you what happened after this point—once you’ve told me what you know.

You understand, don’t you?

This incident won’t be complete unless you add the events that happened in the other location, Chicago.

Who is Graham Specter?

How did that murdering bastard Ladd Russo get those chains off his getaway sticks?

Why the heck did that kid Firo gouge out Huey’s eye?

What happened to Firo and Ladd after that?

As to Master Huey’s method of contacting the outside world…I imagine you already have some idea about that.

Well, above and beyond those various questions, we’ll get nowhere unless I tell you the truth behind the Chicago incident.

Sorry. To be honest…I do want to tell you about it, and I wanna know what happened in the places where I wasn’t. I do indeed.

I want to pick up the intel only you information broker fellas know, guess at the dirt even youse guys don’t have, and fill in those missing puzzle pieces.

In that sense, I suppose I am similar to Master Huey after all.

…Whoops. Are you closing for the day already?

In that case, I’ll take my leave.

The me who returns tomorrow may be a different person, or I may not come at all, then.

That may seem weird to you, but the thing is, if I run into Mr. St. Germain, that’ll take care of everything.

Yes, that’s right. At all times, I am seeing something.

Regardless of my wishes, I’m compelled to continuously see more than people ever do.

That is the destiny given to myself and Hilton… To the twins.

And so, at the very least…I would like to convert that destiny to cash. You see?

Well, let’s keep up this nice, friendly relationship we’ve got going, Mr. Intel Broker.

For better or worse, you see—I believe all the information will complete my world.