There's probably no other city in the world quite as convenient as Blackmoor City.
At one-thirty in the morning on the 16th, Fu Tailan was behind the wheel of a recently rented car, pushing hard down the interstate.
Westley's imminent death would detonate like a bombshell — every faction imaginable would swarm around it, combing every inch for answers. There was no way he could just casually hail a cab to Westley Manor in the dead of night.
Even if his future self had an alibi for the 16th, it wouldn't matter — and knowing himself, there was an eighty percent chance his future self wouldn't have anything that convenient to begin with.
The problem was that the Upper State Manor sat well outside Blackmoor City's limits, which meant there was no way to approach through the Nest.
The Nest and Blackmoor City overlapped perfectly — same area, same boundaries.
