March 18th, 1921
Yesterday, I decided to check the PI5 library to see if there was any mention of this Captain Kidd the others claimed to have been communicating with. Hundreds of years old, they said. His spirit spoke through Simone, they said. I too, can make spirits speak through Simone, it is called hypnosis. But I let them keep their illusions for now, they seem so….frail. I am afraid that sense and reason might push them over the edge. No need to dicomfort them, so I play along for now. I fear I might have to treat them later on, though. Maybe indefinitely. I must make sure to keep Karl away from them if they lose any remains of sanity, he seems to think the cure for a broken mind is a bullett through the brain.
All I could find about Captain Kidd was that there were rumours that he had been betrayed, that he was in fact no pirate, but actually hunting pirates. In the end he suffered the same fate as those he were hunting – hanged by the neck until he was dead. I am sure Simone has read about him somewhere, maybe in a book for children?
After spending some time in the library, Simone, Karl and I decided it was time to take matters into out own hands. Too many of our agents had suffered at the hands of the Bishop family. We needed to find some hard evidence, and fast. Besides, even though me and Simone are not trained field agents, what could go wrong with Karl with us? As long as we stayed together, we should be relatively safe. The german veteran might be a bastard, but he is our bastard.
We decided upon a new approach this time, and climbed over the fence on the north side of the estate. Someone, I am not sure who, suggested that we should check the caretaker´s shack to see if we found any keys there. Good thinking! Then Karl told me and Simone to wait in hiding while he snuck over to the tool shed. I am not sure what he wanted to do there, but we soon heard familiar shots from his machine gun, so we ran over to him as fast as we could.
There was a big man there, attacking Karl. He didn´t seem too hurt, so I guess Karl´s aim was a bit off yesterday. But I had prepared a couple of molotov cocktail, and threw one at the large man. For some reason I missed, and hit the shack instead. It burst into flames instantly. That seemed to upset the man, and he lunged for me. Which kind of was a good thing, because Karl was evidently rather hurt. So I ran off, with the man in pursuit. I ran all the way to the main mansion of the Bishop family, and decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.
I stopped right underneath a large window, lit my second and last molotov cocktail and threw it toward the window as hard as I could. I swear I wasn´t drunk, but the bottle hit the wall instead, bounced back toward me and exploded in my face. My clothes were on fire, and I did the only sane thing possible – I undressed all my clothes and ran. Across the cemetary, over the fence, and on my way towards PI5 HQ!
While I was jogging, a taxi pulled over. Karl was inside and told me to get in. With no clothes on, I decided that was a good idea. When I asked him about Simone, he only said that he had heard a scream that was cut off abruptly. That did it! I decided that I would get myself one of those flame throwers at HQ and burn the Bishop house down. Sadly, when we arrived back, we were rushed to the ER immediately and were administered a lot of morphine. At least I was, by myself. Still, it didn´t work. When they started treating my burns, I passed out and woke up here the next day.
Once I get back on my feet, I should go see if that flame thrower is still available. And get myself some new emergency shots of barbitals. Wait. Where is my switchblade? My silvery switchblade? No! It was in my pocket, in the trousers that were on fire. I must retrieve it, I must.!