Passed a wanted poster on my way into town and the face staring back was my own.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Time to take off the gloves. Omar Healy was a prize-fighter in a world without the Vegas showgirls and limelight. Healy and I knew each other from our days locked up together, he accused me of being a bad guy who turned good and then back again. Told him I was innocent and needed his help. Then I told him I wanted to call in an old debt.