Getting out of Trouble

My wrist is handcuffed to a desk. I'm being help captive in the cop's office. There really isn't much here. Just this desk, a bulletin board, some security monitors, a wall clock and a water cooler. He must be bored out of his mind half the time. No wonder he was so eager to capture me. He probably needed some sort of companion or something do to kill an hour. I'm sure he wants to grill me about why I'm here. He has not said anything yet though. He's just be staring at me intensely for... about an hour. I think he's trying to get me to crack, but I really don't think it is going to work. I can be silent for hours , or days if need be. So the ball is in his court. out of nowhere, he pounds his fist on the desk. Bingo, I got to him. "Who sent you here?"  He demands. My eyes dart across the room, looking for something to piece some sort of story together a la The Usual Suspects. I see a McGruff pamphlet pined to the bulletin board. "Mcgruff." I shout.  "Mcgruff?" he asks. "Yep, Mcgruff."  "His name is Mcgruff?" He asks again, not beiliving me. "Well, that's what we call him."   The cop taps his fingers on the desk. "And does this Mcgruff take a bite out of crime?" "Yeah, he's a great guy." The cop leans in.  "Do me a favor and cut the shit, I want to know why you are really here."  "I need information on one of the workers." The cop laughs in my face. "Fuck that, why should I tell you anything?" I take a deep breath. "Because lives may be at steak."  "Alright, you piece of shit. Tell me exactly what you know." I roll my eyes. I don't have time for this power play nonsense. My head feels 1,000 times heavier just from sitting here. I need to empty it out.  I tip my head and lightly shake it as if trying to release water that was stuck in the ear canal.  A jumble of words literally fall out of my ear. CONFUSION, ISOLATION, DESPERATION, CONSOLIDATION, GREY, GREAT, GRACIOUS.  The cop appears dumbfounded as the words form a pile on the floor. Synonyms, antonyms, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, nouns, pro nouns , they are all falling on the floor. Eventually the pile becomes a mound that is higher than the desk. The last word, TIRED, falls out. I take TIRED, and I stretch it out as thin as I possibly can. I make the end into a needle - like point and I use it to pick the lock on my handcuff. The cop still has a look of shock on his face as I walk over to him. I'm still holding TIRED. Except now I use it as a rope, and I tie the cop tight to his chair. I walk back to my seat and look him straight in the eye. "I need information on of your workers." I state yet again. "You won't get away with this." He threatens. "That's fine, I'll deal with the consequences as they arise. But I need this information." He doesn't say anything. I walk over to the file cabinet. "I could do this myself and completely trash your office in the process."  He sighs. "What's the worker's name?" "Jeff." "Jeff what?" I bite my lip. "I actually don't know his last name." "Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouts.  "I can tell you that he is about six feet tall and has red hair." The cop shakes his head. "If he's who I'm thinking of, he's on third floor. But that's all I'm telling you." "That works for me. Thank you for your time." I start to exit the office, and I look back at the cop. "By the way, I was never in Boy Scout's so you should be able to untie yourself fairly easily." And like that, I take off, once more.

Stowaway

This is a bumpy, bumpy road. I am thankful I don't get car sick, because between the bumpy road, Jeff's God awful muffler, and A.M. talk radio that is currently playing, I don't know how much more I can stomach. All I can do right now is close my eyes and think of my girl, my love. It seems like it's the only thing in the world that can calm my nerves at the moment. I don't think I'll be in harm's way today. For all I know, I'll just be spying at him while he tirelessly punches in numbers on his computer. I get nervous when I go to new places though. I know it's weird to think, but I do. But if I can think of her face, her smiling face. Then it'll all be alright.
The car stops. I hear Jeff's door open and shut. I wait a beat before taking off the blanket and glancing out the window. I am in some sort of parking garage. Slowly, and quietly I exit the car.  I duck down as much as possible, and walk between the cars so Jeff won't notice me following. It should have dawned on me though that this would raise suspicion amongst everyone else. "Turn around slow." I hear a disgruntled voice shout behind me. I do as the voice says and I see a large police officer pointing a gun at me. "Fuck." I think.  "I think you better come with me." He says. Currently out of ideas, and not wanting to make a bigger problem, I comply.

New Info?

I read most the letters. It did not seem to take me too far. I don't seem to be learning any new information. It is mostly stuff that I innately knew or came across on my own. But the letters contradict themselves, much like my mind has been doing on its own. One letter will say the the Angelic Order of Brotherly love is a "wonderful organization that is here to push the world forward in a new positive light."  Then I read another letter. It basically says how the organization is an evil, repulsive cult bent on destruction and raping the wallets of unsuspecting elderly citizens.  It's quite possible it might be all those things and more. However, none of the letters seemed to indicate that this is a suicide cult. So that's good at least.... I don't know. I don't know why I was given all these letters. Maybe it was to confuse me and keep me off track. I know what I have to do. I have to talk to Jeff, get as much information from him as humanly possible. The problem being is that he is a little hot headed.  Scratch that. A lot hot headed. A civilized conversation with this man is out of the question. So, I think a little spy work is in order. Fortunately I have just the idea.

It's 6 a.m. and I am currently on the floor of the backseat of his car with a blanket pulled over me. He does not suspect a thing as he casually drives to work. It's amazing how well this works. As long as you throw some papers and random garbage on top of you as well no one is the wiser about the lumpy blanket in the backseat. This is exciting. I just have to keep my breathing down and not move. Here we go, time to see what this devil really does.

Overflowing Mailbox

Weather is funny. It seems to go from one extreme to another in the blink of an eye. It's just now the first day of Autumn. Though looking at the three feet of snow in front of my mailbox one would never suspect that. I can see that the mailbox is overfilled. I have not gotten the mail in a very long time. I know I should. I know there is most likely important letters for me. Much like the one's in the tunnel. I have also not read those either. It's not that snail mail is a dying  medium. I never check my e -mail either. I'm not really sure why. I know that reading mail is one of the easiest and most important things in the world to do, I just never get around to it. But I can't be lazy anymore. At least not that lazy. I open the mailbox. It proves difficult at first because the door frozen shut. However, I was able to put some muscle in it and yank the door open. The letters flowed out of the mailbox like water. They went everywhere. I peaked into the mailbox to see if there were any more letters. There were, but what caught my attention was an ice sculpture of a snowflake. I was fascinated. I took it out of the mailbox and stared at it in awe.  "Take the letters." I heard a voice pipe in out of no where.  I turned around to see a tall, slim man wearing a 1930's style suit. I grabbed all the letters. Every single one, but I also took the snowflake because ... why not? I turned back around. With out saying a word, he nodded and walked off. Guess I have some work to do.

Blank

Time flies by faster than ever. So many questions. So little sense made. Who is this Ms. Rosalyn? What is this Angelic Order of Brotherly Love? What are Jeff's intentions? Who can I trust? Can I trust myself? I don't know. I don't even know why I accepted this mission. Maybe I was just bored. Maybe I needed a little color in my life. It certainly has been an interesting time. Thankfully though, right now it is starting to quiet down. For the moment that is. It never stays too quiet for too long. Currently though, I am at a fast food joint. I am mindlessly staring at my now cold hot dog. God, I must look so strange. I'm wearing a red cape and have a blank expression on my face. I bet everyone thinks I'm on drugs right now. I don't care though, maybe I do. I mean I am talking to myself and I did just bring that up.
Jeff kicked me out of his house. It's like he likes the idea of his grandmother being found, but he doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want acknowledge that she is missing. There is definitely something going on with him. What it is, I am not to sure of. I haven't been able to think clearly in days. Maybe I abducted her and I don't know it. I have seen many weird things lately that make me question my own sanity. Maybe that's it. Jeff probably knew that I took her, but he didn't want to report me to the authorities. Why wouldn't he though? I think any normal person would want justice, right? Shit, I'm just making circles in my brain. Round and round and round. I'm not making any progress right now. I think I'll just eat right instead.