The Firehills Investigator – Episode 7

I open my eyes to find I am sitting by a river. The water flows downstream rapidly and fills me with unease. As I look down at my hands, I can see they are covered in blood. My head in throbbing and I find it difficult to see clearly. What the hell has happened? I try to get up but this seems to be impossible. It is at this moment I see the body of a young woman lying next to me. She lies perfectly still and there is no movement from her. I am not sure if I have killed her. I hope not! The dream starts to fade. I return to darkness.

I wake up find myself back in my flat in London. This is troubling me as I have no idea of how I returned here. The last thing I remember is being in the house of Lemach Cain and then blacking out. I cannot believe that someone found me and returned me here so I must have made my way back myself. This is even more troubling as I don’t recall making that journey at all. Am I losing my mind? Is this case becoming all consuming?

I get up and head over to my computer to check my email. Larman’s Solicitors have sent me another email regarding the Firehills. They are frustrated by my progress and I can tell they are not happy with me. They want a report on my findings as soon as possible. Attached to the email are more photos of the band. It looks like they were taken at another music video shoot. The location looks dirty and run down. Perhaps this is where they are now staying to avoid being found. On closer inspection, the photos offer no new information on where I can find them.

I return to my idea of breaking into Leviathan Record’s office located in the Shard building. I previously thought that this would be impossible but with the I.D card I stole from Lemach Cain’s house I might be able to pull it off. Even with the I.D card this will not be easy. I browse the internet and soon manage to find the floor plans to the office. I study them and work out a way to break in.

The sun begins to set on London and I decide to go for a walk around the city. It’s not long before I find myself in a cellar bar surrounded by office workers enjoying an early evening drink. I keep to myself and after ordering a beer I sit down and inspect the I.D card I stole from Lemach Cain’s house. The man in the photo, Albert Haynes, does bare a resemblance to myself. This could be to my good fortune and hopefully I will be able to wear a disguise that will be good enough to fool the security to letting me in. That’s if my luck still holds.

I order another beer but before I can return to my seat my attention is drawn to a mystery man sitting in the corner. He looks familiar but I cannot place him. I can feel his gaze upon me and it fills me with a sense of dread. I decide it is time to leave and walk out without finishing my drink.  As I stumble down the dark streets of the city, I stop to look over my shoulder. The mystery man is following me!