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It seems lately we've been digging up a lot of interesting stuff. Particularly stuff about an Officer Daniel Wallace, who may be our key to getting into that storeroom in the back (so to speak) and our key to finding out a lot more about this crazy place.
Well, better to take a look yourselves and tell me what you think.
April 22nd
I really have no idea why we’re bothering anymore. The number of people left barely constitutes a force, but the chief always was a hard-ass. I’ll just keep doing what I have to, I suppose--as long as Carolyn is safe.
Chief gave me the key to the storeroom yesterday, though. I don’t know why. I suspect he doesn’t trust himself much anymore, but I’d crack under that much pressure too. Maybe he thinks I’ll be okay because I still have something to live for. Poor son of a bitch lost his whole family to that thing. I’ll keep it with me, though; keep it safe, from whoever I have to.
We still don’t know how far it’s reached. I put that letter in the mailbox; I don’t know why. I don’t think the postman’s coming anymore. So much for rain or sleet or dead of earth. Even if he still came, I don’t think he’d go that far north. On the water, too, or what’s left of it. Some strange things have been happening down there. Another week and I’m getting her out of there. I think there’s still room on Horton.
--Officer D. Wallace
The return address:
Daniel Wallace
101 Gohl Avenue Apartment 403
Discedo
The letter:
April 14th
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you doing? I really hope you get this, if only to know that we're okay. Discedo isn't, but we are. Carolyn's happy, despite what's going on, and she's holding down the fort pretty well while I'm away.
I'm still working. Even after all that's gone on, we still need a police force, to quell the riots and whatever else goes wrong. We have to keep the peace as best we can, at least; make sure it doesn't turn into all-out anarchy. Still, bad things are happening. There was a murder a few days ago. Some unfortunate soul was down at the fish market, trying to see what was salvageable, and someone went and killed him. Didn't even take his money. We've been investigating it. Gotta find whoever did it and put them away.
I think people are going crazy. I don't blame them.
I'm gonna keep us safe, though, both of us, as best I can. At least Carolyn still has her fantasies to keep her happy. Obsessed with that local woman, Trevor, I think her name is. Haven't read the books myself, but if they keep her that satisfied they might be worth checking out at some point. Can't keep focused on work all the time.
I hope you two are still okay. If you can, reply to this. Tell us anything you can. If the bridge wasn't out I'd try to visit you myself.
Good luck,
Daniel
Date of Incident : 7/(illegible)
Location of Incident: Fish Market near the corner of Horton Lane and Brebo avenue
Case Synopsis:
The body of Horace Jacobs, white male aged 54, was found on the morning of July 15th, 9 a.m., in the vicinity of the Horton Lane fish markets. Victim was identified by driver's license found in pants pocket. Time of death ruled to be around 3 a.m. of the day the body was discovered.
Cause of death appears to be poisoning of some sort. Victim was stabbed with a syringe in the neck. Toxicology report has yet to come. Signs of struggle. Wallet left with money and cards in place.
Jacobs was generally well-liked. No enemies or other possible suspects established so far. Family all deceased.
Physical Evidence: Empty syringe. Overturned barrels. No fingerprints other than the victim's were found, nor any hair or blood not belonging to the victim.
The attached personal note:
I'm going up there-to the hospital. It's been too long. I've lost too much. I've got to get going-I'm going with them. They promised me the world and a half, and damned if they can give me that, but what do I have to lose now?
We don't really have much of a choice left, with the way things are.
In case things get too hot, I'm leaving her something. I just hope it'll be enough.
- D. W.
So. Any thoughts?
Well, better to take a look yourselves and tell me what you think.
April 22nd
I really have no idea why we’re bothering anymore. The number of people left barely constitutes a force, but the chief always was a hard-ass. I’ll just keep doing what I have to, I suppose--as long as Carolyn is safe.
Chief gave me the key to the storeroom yesterday, though. I don’t know why. I suspect he doesn’t trust himself much anymore, but I’d crack under that much pressure too. Maybe he thinks I’ll be okay because I still have something to live for. Poor son of a bitch lost his whole family to that thing. I’ll keep it with me, though; keep it safe, from whoever I have to.
We still don’t know how far it’s reached. I put that letter in the mailbox; I don’t know why. I don’t think the postman’s coming anymore. So much for rain or sleet or dead of earth. Even if he still came, I don’t think he’d go that far north. On the water, too, or what’s left of it. Some strange things have been happening down there. Another week and I’m getting her out of there. I think there’s still room on Horton.
--Officer D. Wallace
The return address:
Daniel Wallace
101 Gohl Avenue Apartment 403
Discedo
The letter:
April 14th
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you doing? I really hope you get this, if only to know that we're okay. Discedo isn't, but we are. Carolyn's happy, despite what's going on, and she's holding down the fort pretty well while I'm away.
I'm still working. Even after all that's gone on, we still need a police force, to quell the riots and whatever else goes wrong. We have to keep the peace as best we can, at least; make sure it doesn't turn into all-out anarchy. Still, bad things are happening. There was a murder a few days ago. Some unfortunate soul was down at the fish market, trying to see what was salvageable, and someone went and killed him. Didn't even take his money. We've been investigating it. Gotta find whoever did it and put them away.
I think people are going crazy. I don't blame them.
I'm gonna keep us safe, though, both of us, as best I can. At least Carolyn still has her fantasies to keep her happy. Obsessed with that local woman, Trevor, I think her name is. Haven't read the books myself, but if they keep her that satisfied they might be worth checking out at some point. Can't keep focused on work all the time.
I hope you two are still okay. If you can, reply to this. Tell us anything you can. If the bridge wasn't out I'd try to visit you myself.
Good luck,
Daniel
Date of Incident : 7/(illegible)
Location of Incident: Fish Market near the corner of Horton Lane and Brebo avenue
Case Synopsis:
The body of Horace Jacobs, white male aged 54, was found on the morning of July 15th, 9 a.m., in the vicinity of the Horton Lane fish markets. Victim was identified by driver's license found in pants pocket. Time of death ruled to be around 3 a.m. of the day the body was discovered.
Cause of death appears to be poisoning of some sort. Victim was stabbed with a syringe in the neck. Toxicology report has yet to come. Signs of struggle. Wallet left with money and cards in place.
Jacobs was generally well-liked. No enemies or other possible suspects established so far. Family all deceased.
Physical Evidence: Empty syringe. Overturned barrels. No fingerprints other than the victim's were found, nor any hair or blood not belonging to the victim.
The attached personal note:
I'm going up there-to the hospital. It's been too long. I've lost too much. I've got to get going-I'm going with them. They promised me the world and a half, and damned if they can give me that, but what do I have to lose now?
We don't really have much of a choice left, with the way things are.
In case things get too hot, I'm leaving her something. I just hope it'll be enough.
- D. W.
So. Any thoughts?