Maad Again

Professor Maad seemed happy to see me when I arrived at place this morning, he was grinning from ear to ear. “Come in, come in ole man.”  Instead of going into the lounge he escorted me into his study which I had previously been in before when I was trying to find some clue to his whereabouts after he went missing a few months ago (see my old website for details).  It had not changed much, still a mountain of sci-fi books and not a single non-fiction book in sight.  Maad had set up an extra chair, “Not sure why ole man but I never liked sitting in the lounge, only when Esme insists, I can think better in here.  Old habits and that, I'm sure you know what I mean.”  I agreed and he offered a snort of twelve year old whiskey which I happily accepted.

Before I could ask anything he started himself, “You know I'm glad you rang I've been quite bored here but I have been thinking about Joe and what he might have been working on that got him killed don't you know.  It seems to me it might have been energy related, we had talked about it at our RMS meetings.  We had chatted briefly about Cold Fusion then discarded it, I remember Joe talking about Tesla and his radiant energy collector.  I had looked at that myself and I gave him a few pointers of what not to try.  Still it got me thinking, reminding me of the days when we were all young at Uni.”  He paused obviously deep in his memory, “Perhaps you could tell me little more about RMS and why it was started, you said it was secret society?”

He broke out of his thought and looked at me, “Did I say secret, well I suppose it hardly matters now.  It was secret because we never told anyone that it existed and Fred said we could try mixing science with occult rituals.  Which is I suppose why we never told anyone not that we were ashamed or anything it is just we were messing with something that perhaps shouldn't be played with.  I see your face and I know as scientists we were pushing the boundaries of science but now I look back on it I think we were arrogant and didn't consider the consequences of our actions.”  “Is there anything exactly in particular, I mean why the name Shen?” “It was all Fred really, he was the glue that held us together.  Shen comes from an Egyptian symbol for protection or eternal.  Please don't laugh but for most part Fred had us all looking at methods of living forever, not just anti-ageing either he was looking for existing without a physical body.” “Did you ever find anything?” “Would I look like I do now, if we ever did find anything? However I've always wondered about Fred himself, remember I said he seems hardly age at all, I had the feeling back then that Fred wasn't really looking to better mankind, I think he wanted it for himself but it was a long time ago now. I could be wrong about that.”

He leaned back in his seat and pulled a pipe from pocket and started to fill it, “ Esme wouldn't probably have my hide for smoking in the house but I hardly ever smoke these days.” “What about the other members have you heard from them?” “Well as I said the others apart from Tomas went into business together, it is odd that you mention that.  I have a call from Dwight yesterday, he didn't say much just wondered how I was getting on.  He'd heard about my gardening leave of course, it seemed to me he was trying to tell me something but he never quite managed it, he skirted around it.  I asked whether he knew about Joe's murder at which point he sounded angry because he hadn't heard at all, he excused himself for his brusqueness he has very busy of late and said he would ring next month to arrange a catch up dinner.  To which I agreed, asking whether the other guys could make it as well, he said that John and Den would be okay but Max is quite fixated on a problem at the moment and never leaves his lab any more.  Of course I asked what problem but he waved it off by saying he would tell me later.” “What do you think he was trying to tell you?” “He obviously worried about something, he mentioned project 19 9 80, he said '19 9 80 is really a big worry at the moment Ed, I'm not sure the others realise what it could really mean' I knew he was referring to the asteroid discovered 89, we had discussed it in a RMS meeting back then.” “To do what exactly?” “They wanted to captured it, bring to Earth and mined it, at the time of the meeting there wasn't a method to do it” “And now?” “Not really, but I know Johnny is working on a form of energy beam but I've seen the equations there is no way it would inside the Earth's atmosphere without huge amounts of energy to power it.” “What about outside?” “Well I don't say it is not possible, the device would still be fairly bulky.  If anyone could pull it off it would be the chaps.”

We sat there for a moment in silence contemplating what this could mean I said, “How would this beam work exactly?” Maad smiled at me, “This isn't fiction ole man it definitely wouldn't work like some form of tractor beam like in Star Trek.  Effectively in its simplest form it's a gun that fires a concentrated beam of energy, I won't go into the details but...” At that point the front slammed and Esme walked in, Maad tried to hide his pipe and looked  like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  She smiled at me but said, “Do you mind Mr Wallace but I need to speak to my husband alone, perhaps you can come back another time.” It was quite coldly spoken though I suspect she was probably mad at me for arranging the interview without her knowledge.

I said I'd let myself out and promptly left.  Damn I wanted to ask why he was on gardening leave not to mention the cliffhanger of this energy beam and Tomas as well.

Questions Please...

I am revisiting Professor Maad this Wednesday and then Professor Drake up in Keele University on Friday.  If you have any questions you wish me to ask just send me an email.  Professor Drake knows all about ancient Britain and he was involved in protecting Tartarus from misuse, see my previous case on the my old website.

There are a few questions which I failed to ask Professor Maad at my last interview with him.  Esme his wife won't be there so I should be able ask some questions regarding the Corcas Four which the professor may have tactfully avoided if his wife were present then again maybe not.

Anything else that crops I will post it.

Another Token

I've have emailed this Baron Kalan myself having read all of the books.  Looks like I got lucky and he has sent me a "token".

It has been uploaded to my fileshare as: Kalan 2.7z

See link is previous post.

Louise.

Baron Kalan's Token

Amandel sent me three files to upload to my fileshare.  I've zipped them up into a single file called Kalan 1.7z

You will find them at: http://www.4shared.com/dir/rNAXSgbQ/Kat_Case.html

Louise.

Sunday Morning: Fridges...(Part 2)

We spent two hours in custody, we were in separate cells.  After two boring hours we were released without a by your leave.  The driver of the taxi was definitely dead we should of at least been held for questioning but they let us go, why?  I will have to assume for now that Galesh has a very long arm indeed..

Louise did not look too bad, my head had been treated at the scene by the emergency services.  They had said it was a minor cut nothing to worry about, a mere flesh wound.  Louise told me that a policemen had informed her that her car had been sabotaged and that they had fixed for her, apparently a fair number of the coppers had been really sympathetic regarding the ordeal she went through.  Whereas I was never even spoken to and I was the one with the bleeding head.

As we were leaving a police car rolled up, the cop inside said he would give us a lift to Louise's car.  Louise said it was all right she recognised him from earlier.  We climbed in the back, sitting there I was expecting something to happen, I was not disappointed.  The cop said, “Inspector Galesh expects you to stay in the county...” and then he said more to Louise than me “I'd be careful Miss if I were you, nobody I talk to seems to know who Galesh really is but he has the backing from the very top.  Quite a scary guy if you ask me.”  Louise thanked him for his concern.

Arriving back at Louise's car there was another copper leaning against a tree, I was beginning to think Galesh was not taking any chances.  Louise introduced me to PC. Paul as the one that fixed her car for her.

We arrived at Jackson's Kitchen supplies without incident, the salesman recognised me and said “Ah! Mr Wallace isn't, how is the fridge?” “Fine, considering it fell thirty flights from my office the other day.”  I replied perhaps a little loudly, before he could make comment on this I decided to take the bull by it's horns, “When you sold me the fridge you told me it had a new feature but you glossed over what exactly it was, since I was rushed at the time I didn't bother pursuing it.  I am not rushed now however, would you care to enlighten me?”  The salesman looked at both of us and said “It is fortunate that your fridge was destroyed, I had a sales rep. from Corcas Electronics the other day telling me that they had all been recalled because of a potential fire risk.  He wanted to the names of the people I had sold them to, so they could offer a full refund.  Y'know Mr Wallace I had to lead him out of the shop and tell him that is private information.” He paused for breadth and then continued “It is odd you know a day later we were broken into but nothing was taken, the police put it down to vandalism although we've never and I mean never had any problems like that before...”  I said quickly while there was a brief pause in his constant stream and asked “But what was the new feature?” “Oh that!  Some new power filter or something, I believe it was called the KAT battery.  Suppose to cut power spikes out, well at least that is what their sales rep told at the time, they sold like hot cakes...”

He went on like with mindless small talk for another half an hour.  Louise managed to pull us away by shouting some woman's name, “Please excuse us sir , there is an old friend just outside that I want Wallace to speak to.”  We left.  There was no one outside.

KAT battery, power spikes I think not.  Probably something more important than that.

What is Corcas hiding?

We had a power cut this evening right in the middle me cooking roast lamb for Louise.

The news was all about problems with nuclear power stations round the world again.

Code Part 3

As you can see my weekend was hell.  We did finally get to Jackson's but I will let Wallace post that up.

Had another mysterious email: http://www.4shared.com/file/04fxl38Q/Part_3.html

I had a look at the creation date of the zip file and it was 10 minutes ago, someone obviously likes to play mind games.  Email me anything useful.

Saturday Morning: A Yellow Taxi... (Part I)

At someone's suggestion I can not remember who, I decided to revisit Jackson Kitchen supplies to see what I could find out about the fridges that were purposely destroyed by Billy & Red.  Louise asked if she could come, I think she was still feeling little annoyed at her last field trip and hoped she could make up for it.  My car yet again was out of commission so we opted for Louise's, which as it turned out did not want to start.  As Louise was taking her frustration out on her tyres a yellow taxi came down the street (there are not many yellow taxis in the UK), I waved it down.

Odd to see an American taxi in Britain, I gave the address to the driver through the somewhat rusty grill.  Sitting back I tried to relax,  Louise however wanted to open a window said it was hot and stuffy.  Neither of the back windows appear to open, I leaned forward to asked the driver only to see the driver wave  a nasty looking gun in my direction, “I'd sit back if I were you.  The boss don't like his seats messed up with blood stains and its muggins here that has clean it up every time, so sit back and enjoy the ride.  Its a fair trip back to the zone.”  Louise immediately asked, “The zone?”  The driver did not reply to Louise.  The doors were locked too.

I looked ahead and saw that the road was clear for the moment, I whispered to Louise to get down.  I braced myself against the seat and smashed the grill with my foot.  The grill gave a bit but not much, I tried again. “What the frak are you doing!” the driver shouted, I knew he would have a problem driving and pointing the gun at the same time.  Okay I was being a little reckless but there was no way I was going any where near the zone except on my own terms and with a decent escape plan.  I tried again this time with both my feet, the whole grill gave way knocking the driver's head, I saw that the gun was pointing down.  Then I heard the gun go off, the car swerved and a lorry that was not there before was forced off the road smashing straight into a bill-board.

Trying to grab the gun from the driver it went off again, the windscreen shattered and I saw that the driver was bleeding from his leg.  The driver was no longer paying attention to road in front of us, though he still had the gun.  A car was heading straight for us, I shouted at the driver, “TURN THE WHEEL!”  He suddenly became aware of our impending doom before us and he turned the wheel, sending us off up a side street which I noticed had a bridge sign.  The car then hit several “Bridge Closed” barriers, not that far ahead was a definite lack of bridge.  I grabbed at the gun again whilst he was distracted, it went off once more.  I heard a ricochet sound and the driver fell forwards onto the steering wheel and his foot went hard down on the accelerator peddle.

I looked back at Louise, no bloody seat belts.  I tried to pull the driver off wheel but he held it in a vice like grip.  I looked forward, the gap was not that big we might make it.  The car was gathering speed, allowing for head winds and any demented ducks which happened to be flying past, we should...

We both let out a yell as the car leapt the gap with the enthusiasm of a demented duck trying to avoid a passing car.

Hitting the other side with the force that made all four tyres burst and the false teeth of the dead man fly out of his mouth. The car continued on at a slower pace.  I climbed over into the front seat, blood was running down my into my eyes,  I must of hit my head when we landed. I tried moving the man, no go! He was as stiff as a rock cake in a snowstorm.

I yanked on the handbrake, the engine screamed and the car lurched.  There was a small “thud” sound and the car stopped.  I checked that Louise was okay and then helped her out and away from the car just in case it caught fire.  Looking back I saw the remains of a duck on the front bumber.

Police at this point decided to turn up and arrest us both...

I will continue the story later, my head still hurts.  Louise says she will post up a new file she has received.

Mail Drop

The weekend has been really nuts, still recovering from it.  Wallace wanted to go the kitchen suppliers where he bought his fridge from simple enough you would think.  Not for us though, Wallace is nursing a nasty bump on his head at the moment.  Tomorrow he will post up the saga of it all.

Below is link to another file I've received, this came via email (just a blank message with an attachment) I tried to track the message back to its source with no avail, whoever sent it has covered their tracks well.

http://www.4shared.com/file/prZ_Ji4a/Part_2.html

I've shared the directory as well.

http://www.4shared.com/dir/bkRF7U8T/sharing.html

Louise

Interview with Professor Maad

Arrived at Maad's house outside Maidstone just after two, Esme greeted me and showed me into the lounge where Maad was sitting on the sofa reading a copy of the Fortean Times.  Esme said she would make us some tea and left us alone.  Maad looked at me and gave me a cheshire grin, "I don't think I've ever thanked you for finding me old boy, Esme tells me what a good man you are.  I still don't remember much and my little black leather book vanished with all my notes, nevermind I'm sure it will come back to me." I hoped very much it does not return considering the havoc it caused the first time around, but I did not say this instead I said "Not a problem professor, the reason I am here is because I am currently investigating the murder of Joseph Kat..."  He literally jumped in his seat and shouted quite loudly "Joe is dead!" I nodded and waited for him to calm down.

Esme walked back in carrying a tray with the tea, she looked at her husband and said "What are you shouting about now?"  Before the professor could say anything I jumped up and took tray from Esme, I did not know whether she knew Joseph or not best save the tea just in case. "Joe Kat is dead, according Mr Wallace here, he was murdered."  Esme looked a little weak at knees and I walked her to sofa to sit down, both looked at me obviously in shock.  "Joseph was such a nice man, his wife however, I never understood why they ever got together..." Esme trailed off in deep thought.

“How did you know Joseph?” I said trying to get their minds into a different track. “We were at Cambridge together, we all were.” Maad said still looking quite shocked at the thought that his friend was dead.  “What do you mean, all were?”  A smile flittered across his face, “I don't think it really matters now but we were all in a sort of secret society, it was called 'The Rocket Men of Shen'.  There were nine of us in total, that was at Fred's insistence he was always on about numbers.  He was the one that came up with the name...” I had raised my hand in order to stop the flow and asked “Not Fred P. Sun by any chance?” “Yes how did you know?” Maad asked.  How could I tell him that another one of his friends was probably dead as well, well it was not confirmed so I decided to gloss over it for now, “Some friends of mine have been in contact with him regarding another matter, do remember who else was in the society?”  Esme looked a little better, she passed the tea round and sat back down close to Maad.  “Of course they were all my old Cambridge chums, in the beginning it was: Fred, Joe, Jeff Cox he died of a heart attack quite recently actually, Tomas Galesh...” I started visibly nearly dropped my tea.  “Not Inspector Galesh?”  I had spilt a little on the carpet and Esme went out to get a cloth.  “Yes that's right he is in the police, I assume you met him then.  Though I suppose in your profession you must meet a lot of policemen.”  As far as I was concerned the less the better, he continued with his list.  “Dwight Sunderland he was actually American born but brought up here, first rate engineer.  Johnny Howard, Max Drum and Dennis Stern.  The whole thing never really amounted to anything more a drinking club than anything else, I thought it was dead after we left Cambridge.  Of course Fred didn't want to let it go, he arranged meetings about three times a year and as it turned out it was a good thing too because we managed to catch up and exchange some ideas.  Come to think of it we haven't had one for a while now.  You know when Jeff died Fred insisted we get a replacement, I suggested Robert Carne.  He was a young man I met when, now that is odd can't remember where I met him, reminded me of Joe though.”

This time I held myself together even when Bob's dead eyes flashed briefly in my memory, I knew however I had to tell Maad. “Professor I am really sorry to have to impart more bad news, but Robert Carne died just over a month ago, he was killed by man who wanted certain information from him and Bob fought back.  He was a hero, helped save a lot of people.”  “Not young Robert, he was only eighteen.  My God I can't believe it.  It didn't have anything to do with the club did it?” Maad asked.  Fortunately I could answer in the negative on that one. “Not that I'm aware of, did you by any chance know what Joseph was working on before he died?”  Maad looked at me was obviously considering what to say next, “You think that is what got him killed don't you?”  I admitted it was a possibility.  “He worked on multiple projects all the time, I remember him joking at the last meeting that he was building something cold but never let us in on the joke.” “How about the others do know what they do now?” “Well lets see, Fred does a lot of travelling I've never known what he does for a living.  You know that man never seems to age, I known him for twenty odd years and he has barely changed at all.  He has a little grey in his hair now but that's all.  Urrm who else, oh yes.  Dwight, Johnny, Max and Den started their own electronics company.  I never remember the name of it, Es what's it called again?”  Esme looked a little lost when her husband spoke to her I think she was still trying to take it all in, Maad squeeze her hand.  “Sorry Edward what did you say?” Esme replied. “I was telling Mr Wallace here about electronics company the chaps started, you know I never remember the name.”  “Corcas.” Esme said still not quite with it.  “That's it! Always found it to be a odd name,  Max's idea I believe.  I'm sure you won't have any problem finding their company listing.  They are quite big now.”

I realised that Esme was looking particularly tired and that perhaps I had over stayed my welcome.  I looked in Esme direction pointedly so that the professor noticed, he immediately got my drift and said “Well if there is anything you require, just me ring.  I'm stuck here until the Dean forgives me again, here let me show you out old man.”

Of course I would have liked to asked a few other questions but Esme didn't look well at all, I got the Maad promise that he would put her to bed and make sure she got some sleep.

The plot as they say thickens.

Duped!

Well it looks like Louise has been duped by a very clever man, it is my fault really I should of checked the Coroner's report before letting her post it.  When I finally got round to looking at I knew there was something damn odd about it especially since I know that the name of the coroner in question and it is definitely not Burgess. 

The report is an example autopsy, when I did a search on Google: "Dr. Thomas Burgess Medical Examiner" it popped up straight away.  Which means it is a complete fake although the PDF document did contain a clue which Louise pointed out to me, hopefully this is a mistake on the part of the "nice old man" Louise went out with.  The author name in the properties of the document, Louise show me where to look: Dr Nu Vesper Calif 

How this man got ahead of Louise and managed to create a fake autopsy before she arrived is beyond me at present though I sure the solution will present itself eventually.

She is currently steaming over the entire affair so if you intend to send her an email I suggest avoiding the subject all together.

Spoke to Esme on phone this morning arranged to see Professor Maad tomorrow afternoon, I saw Foilhead's post about his outburst in the Cambridge Library.  According Esme he currently home on gardening leave from his tenure, so he is not particularly busy at the moment.

Interview with Miss Somer

What to do next visit the ripper club or interview the wife, I decided to go with the safe one for now although looking back on it I am not sure I chose right. Mrs Kat or as she likes to be called now Miss Somer talked quite a bit, I have edited the worse of it out. Miss Somer resides in the up market end of Royal Tonbridge Wells, I would say just Tonbridge Wells but she was quick to point out that it is “Royal” meaning that the Queen has a residence near the town. I did not have the heart to tell her this is not the meaning of the “Royal” prefix, Royals have stayed there in the past but it is not currently a royal residence. I figured she has just lost an ex-husband best not to remove her “Royal” connection too.

She invited me into her “front parlour” , her actual words were “We can talk in the front parlour, if you don't mind...”. Pictures of cats and lots of dollies was my impression of the parlour. I asked “Do you have cats?” to which the reply was “No definitely not, they smell whatever gave you that idea? Do I look like a cat owner, you can catch all sorts of things from cats you know...I...”. I moved straight on before she got a head of steam up. “Do you know what your husband was working before he died?” I said. Instantly her nose went up and said “I think you mean ex-husband, of course I am sorry he is dead, he was a good provider but some of the things he did, I just couldn't put up with it at all. Daddy always said Joseph was a weird one, I should of listened then. You know the reason why I got the divorce don't you?” I knew that it was a bad idea to let her continue but curiosity got the better of me, not that it mattered my silence was the affirmative for her to continue. “He wore socks in bed, quite disgusting if you ask me. It wasn't the only reason of course I wouldn't want you to think me petty but it was the last straw.” She paused I assume for breath I jumped in before she started again “You were telling me what Joseph was working on?” She looked me queerly like I was not right in the head, “Was I, well maybe I was. Joseph worked on everything you know, he was an important man once worked for the M.O.D. you know...” you don't hear punctuation often “...then he decides he wants to work as a croupier in some gambling den in Brighton, of course I let him sometimes you have let your men do their stuff gets it out of their system makes them feel independent for awhile. He didn't last long at it, wasn't his cup of tea. The money from the Government job was good enough until he found another job otherwise I wouldn't of been able to go out in public I mean the stigma of having an unemployed husband, you hear all sorts of stories, don't you know.” I am sure at this point my eyes were beginning to glaze over, perhaps I should of got Louise to speak to her instead. I tried once more, “Miss Somer do you know or not what Joseph was working before was killed, was it perhaps something to do with fridges?” I figured if I used the word 'killed' it might wake her up a bit, yet another glare and then “Fridges I don't think it was fridges, I do remember the last time we spoke he mentioned he was going to Cambridge to see a mad professor, of course I thought he was joking, I mean imagine the talk I would get about that.” She stopped and took a sip of tea, she had looked agast when I had dunked my digestive biscuit in my tea earlier obviously it was not a thing you do in “front parlours”. I decided to take a different tack and asked “Do you know if Joseph was interested in mysteries, I mean unsolved crimes and disappearances?” She looked a little surprised “How did you know about that? Of course you must of seen his collection of that rag, I forget what it is called something Fort, Tom mentioned that you have been to the flat. He was a member of some club as well, used to get things in the post a lot, he was always very defensive of his club, just a boys club as far as I was concerned. He was always saying that they would changed world some day the usual nonsense men say when they get together.” She paused and realised she was talking to a man, I took the opportunity to ask “Have you ever heard of a man called F.P. Sun?” To which the reply was a negative, after that it was all small talk that would drive most men insane, it was another hour before I managed to leave, I should have dunked my biscuit again that would probably had shorted the interview far quicker.

Mad professor perhaps he was talking about Professor Maad another person I do not want to see. The magazine is most likely the Fortean Times, while there were a far number of technical books in Kat's flat I never saw the FT there. I can only assume it was hidden under another pile of books somewhere. Maybe Kat has a connection to Sun after all, Sun obviously knew him. I wonder what Esme will say when I ring her, at least her cheque did not bouce like so many of my other clients.

'C' Report of Kat's Demise

Wallace asked me to post the information I gathered on my trip into the field.  I do not want to upset or get into trouble the man (nice old man) I retrieved the data from so I have blocked out the names and password protected the file, see below:

Link to the 'C' report

Louise.

Bill & Tom

Bill tells me he has come back to write a book with a Dr. Abdul Jibril who is based in Cairo and due the current problems over there Bill can not visit him directly so they are having to speak to one another via the internet. He is however happy to help me with anything that may crop with regard to this new case. I have passed him all the information collected so far, if you want to bounce ideas off him he will not mind you sending him emails.

I sent Louise off to chat up the Coroner to find out the details of Kat's death, that was this morning. I got a text from her about an hour ago saying that she has a date with a nice old man.

Tom picked me up just after two in the afternoon, Kat's house is in East Grinstead about a two hour journey from the office. Tom played Blues music all the way there and back and barely said a word.

He was a little more talkative when we got to the house, apparently Joseph Kat was somewhat estranged from the main part of the Kat family, the rest of the family were fishermen in Norfolk. Tom has barely spoken to his brother since Joseph had left home when he was eighteen. Although Joseph did send a letter to Tom twice a year.

Apparently Joseph have had various jobs over the years with highs and lows. For instance he has been a rocket Scientist for the MOD briefly but he has also been a croupier for a casino in Brighton. Tom says he is technically brilliant but nobody ever seemed to take him seriously regarding his various ideas.

Joseph was living in a first floor maisonette in what could be best described as the cheaper part of town.

According to Tom the downstairs neighbours heard two gun shots who immediately called the police. They also heard what sounded like two people on the stairs, then the front door slamming. Looking through their curtains they saw two men jumping into a black van and drive off. His body was found under a man-size chicken apparently a chicken-a-gram sent by the his wife not sure what that is all about, I intend to interview the wife another day. The bodies were found on the landing outside Joseph's front door, obviously the Man-Chicken was collateral damage wrong place wrong time.

Walking into the flat I was hit by the smell and had a brief flashback to my childhood and my father. The smell was pipe smoke. To the unpractised eye the flat looked to be in complete disarray however if you looked closely you could see a resemblance of order. Ash trays everywhere mostly full. It was while I searching through the chaos that I had another flashback this one much more painful of Bob lying dead. I pushed the image out of my head and tried to concentrate on the matters at hand.

I realised I was too close to the subject matter so I took a step back and just gazed round the flat. No fridge in evidence, a cooker and a microwave but no fridge. There was a space for one no marks on the floor though and then my eye fell upon something partially covered by fallen magazine on electronics. Book of matches and you have guess it, it is from the Ripper club. The man upstairs does not appear to like me very much.

Beer & Fridges

After Galesh had left me to my own devices, I noticed something very strange in my office. Four bottles of beer standing on the floor, obviously these had been removed from my fridge before hand. Why would someone go to all the trouble of destroying my fridge and then take the time to leave me my beer. In fact why destroy two fridges?

Whilst Mr Kat's murder and the destruction of two fridges (same model by the way) do not seem connected the events did occur practically on top of one another, no pun intended.

This particular model of fridge requires two people to move it, I know this because it took two delivery men to get it into my office. Even with two men they still managed to scrap some nasty scratches into floor outside my office. It do not require too much investigation as to where the second fridge came from, an African relief charity a couple of offices down with similar scrap marks. Speaking to one of the ladies that work in the office told me that two dark suited men had arrived to remove the fridge because it was a fire risk and fridges of this model type were all being recalled.

The lady described the men as being about thirty years old, six foot, slim build, long sharp noses and both had a heavy blond moustache in fact they looked like brothers. They referred to one another as Billy and Red. Apparently she had already told all this to the police.

After the police had left she found a book of matches on the floor which she knew didn't belong to anyone that worked there because nobody smoked, she thought maybe the men had dropped it.

The book of matches in question had a name of nightclub on it. The Red Ripper, there's a name I didn't want to see any time soon. The Red Ripper is in a part of London where even the criminals feel nervous.

As for the recent information from the man with a sunny disposition I am not sure what to do, Bill will be back tomorrow maybe he has an idea where this fits in.

Home Again...

What a day it has been, let me give you some excerpts from the different news services:

World News:

Nuclear Power Stations around the world are in the news again regarding their recent decrease in power output. The only comment by the Nuclear Energies Commission is that it mostly likely down contaminated fuels cells. How this has affected every single Power Station on the planet the Commission haven't yet commented on.

UK Headlines:

Man-size chicken found dead under an astonished looking dead inventor

The chicken was a Chicken-a-gram sent by the dead inventor's ex-wife. The ex-wife refused to comment what the message was. Police Completely Baffled by this Double-murder!

Local News:

In other news a falling fridge kills caretaker by decapitation, a local P.I. saw the whole thing...

New Case:

As you can see my day is not going particularly great so far, just finished an interview with a copper named Galesh, got the feeling he did not like me.

The dead inventor's name is Kat, his brother just hired me to find his killer. Gone from finding missing two headed dogs to a real missing person and now to a murderer. Not sure how I'm going to break to this Louise. Had a phone call from my friend Bill Rouke a professor at Cambridge that he is coming back to the family estate for break from work, he said he would tell what is really going on when he gets back the day after tomorrow.

There were actually two fridges at ground zero, the first was mine it was brand new, only just had it delivered. Old Ben the caretaker who was looking into the remains of my fridge when the second one hit him. I had not known him long he had only started working here just before I went on holiday, such a waste. At least it was quick.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Phone Calls...

Had some weird messages of late on my office phone, I pick them up every few days. Same guy keeps ringing me asking me if I know anything the 9^th February. I knew it would take long before I started getting crazies coming out of the woodwork.

What is really odd though while we've been travelling I haven't heard anything more about that night. Something bad happens it is talked about for months, it is like that night has been somehow wiped clean from everybody's memory apart from Louise and me. Every time I bring it up with Louise she not surprisingly doesn't want to talk about it and yet I get the feeling she is forgetting too especially after what she said to me recently.

I tried to get her to read my old blog on the other site, she just looked at it and said “What site, it is a blank site?”

Feels like history is rewriting itself around me or I've just lost my marbles.