Once again I shook my head. Why was I planning such a trip? Did it really matter what had happened to the long-dead detectives?
Yes, I decided, it did. John Quincannon and I had shared an adventure; our lives were forever entwined. The detective had reached out beyond the grave-mas alia del sepulcro-to me; he'd somehow enabled me to finish what he'd begun. And my life had changed for the better because of that.
There was only one more thing I wished I could do: I wished I could tell him the way it had ended….