Followers of my story know I am not afraid of rocking the boat. I was fired from The City Star for threatening to self publish my exposé on the Glass Crime Family after a blasphemous night of depravity undercover at the Glass Compound's robot-inclusive fight club called The Scrap Pit. Lots of people know about about The Scrap Pit. The real party for those in the know is even more indescribably profane - a room filled with City Officials, Judges, Politicians, Celebrities lovingly referred to by its patrons as The Den of Sin. The Den of Sin offers more than just blood sport. It is torture. Malnourished preteens are trapped in a hanging cage, forced to fight to the death as the ceiling lowers to meet the floor slowly but steadily. In one such "match," I witnessed the two gaunt children hold hands in solidarity with each other, accepting their demise. The offended roar of the booing crowd was quickly replaced with lustful cheers as the hanging cage performed its singular trick. Like a french press. Or a citrus juicer. The Den of Sin earned its name as the congregation of monsters flocked to the metallic smelling, dark red waterfall.
Well I've somehow survived that mess. A target on my back, sure, but that's just business. However, I feel curiously out of my depth on this new case.
Most of us don't think about the small town of Contention about an hour west of here. But it has recently proven we should pay attention. By now, you may have heard about some of the disappearances and the animal-filled creeks. But what you may not know is the Chief of Police recently contacted me "to open up the eyes and minds of those who live in The City." She asked if I knew anything about The Circle of Knowledge, Operation: Sanferra Blom, or the flowers that make their home all over our downtown here in The City. She asked if I knew anything about BARCORP, its subsidiaries, or the shell corporation which owns the company which owns the company which owns the company which owns BARCORP. She asked if I knew anything about The Mill on the Other Side of The City. And she asked if I knew her father, Jim Cook.
So I began digging. And I began following Jim Cook around The City. That man can spot a tail. But he couldn't spot whoever it was that caught him in an alley two nights ago. I'm worried I am next. I'm even more worried that Maggie Cook is now too spooked to speak on the record.
Chief Maggie Cook was passionate, irate, and eager. And then... nothing.
We were supposed to meet in person last night, December 2nd. No word. I received a message this morning changing the time and location of our meeting.
If I don't update the blog by tonight, please begin the search by questioning Contention Chief of Police Maggie Cook.
