Day: June 19th
Time: 9:36 PM
Nothing has changed from my last entry, at least not really. I'm still greeted with half-smiles and fake interest at work, which lead me to decide to take a few days off, reasoning? to clear my head. They eagerly bought that lame excuse. It helps give them ease of mind, and it allows me to actually work, without people breathing down my neck.
I've been running on at most 3 hours of sleep per day, trying to figure this out. What 'they' aren't telling us. What was that that fell from the sky, what was that mysterious agency that swooped in and quarantined off the area. And most importantly, why the cover-up? Why not only hide it but feel the need to keep it from us.
For the most part, I've found nothing, not on the falling object, not the secret agency, and especially not on the reason to hide it from us.
And not because of my lack of trying, it's just every wacko wants a piece of the action in some way. Some making a profit off the conspiracy theorists' wildest dreams. Some just wanting their 15 seconds of fame. At the end of the day sorting through all the bullcrap is hectic, but necessary. At the same time, I have to be careful to cover my tracks, I can't allow myself to be found out by every loudmouth willing to talk about a detective looking into things. So, every interaction is full of fake names, disguises, different backgrounds, you name it. For the most part with all the bull crap, it's pointless, but I have a feeling that once I start diving into the truth, it'll save me in the end.
Hopefully, my next meeting will be the diamond, I've been searching for. A meeting with Dallas Novak, no doubt a fake name. He's already postponed this meeting three times. Every time like clockwork, he'll make a reason for being late at whatever the destination was supposed to be. After 15 minutes, He'll reply with can't make it, we need to reschedule. Again, not necessarily a bad sign. What I'm thinking is, he's scouting me out. He is also looking for his diamond. I've been devoted to this case ever since it happened, and all I have for proof of something up is what I saw that night. I can't imagine what Dallas is going through if he has the proof he claims.
Pictures and a chunk of whatever landed in the city.
Pictures can be explained. Everyone took pictures that night, most were unlucky to get a clear shot, other stupidly posted it on to a social media of some sorts and had the proof removed from them.
But a piece of whatever landed? I have no idea how someone could have gotten ahold of it.
This time he's decided to meet up in an abandoned subway tunnel. Should I be so quick to trust someone and allow myself to walk into a possible lion's den in hopes of finding out what I want to know? Maybe not, but it would drive me insane if I didn't. It's not like I'm going in there completely unprotected, I am a detective after all. With all that being said, I have 10 minutes until I need to be down there, better not keep him waiting.
- A. Whitaker.