“Magnum’s” third blog
Max has disappeared. Apparently, this in and of itself is not unusual, but he’s been gone for nearly a week and hasn’t taken his laptop with him, which is extremely strange. He’s not answering his cellphone and Rufus tells me this is human affairs and he’s not going to be of any help.
During this week, Jessica heads back to work with Rufus and the previously incarcerated Aldo has been released with an apology and came back to the club rooms.
We have a quick look at the computer, but we don’t have the skills required to get into it, and we’ve currently got no other leads. I met a guy while looking for Rufus. Funnily enough, his name was Max as well, but he was a…interesting…fellow. But handy in a number of situations. I give him a call and transfer $10,000 for his services in helping us look for our Max.
He quickly finds an email indicating that old Max is off to look for the serial killer werewolf as he has Max’s sister, that old Max had no idea he had, and she matches the killing profile. We’re led to an internet cafe.
I stride in and find a very self important fool manning the front desk. I show my FBI badge and the picture of Max and ask if he’s seen him and what computers he normally used. Instead of answering a simple question, he demands that I provide a search warrant in the “guise” of protecting his clients confidentially. It’s a public space!
I’m loathe to keep calling on the Corporation for help and the thought crossed my mind that we access the place at night and simply avoid the idiot and troubling the Corporation altogether, but a phone call later and Agent Jeff has a search warrant ready in about an hour.
We get access to the computers and find a bank account with $25,000 in it and $5,000 withdrawn five days ago and the address of where the money was withdrawn. There is also an email there set to go out to the media should old Max not return to log in and place it on hold each fortnight. I get new Max to hold it for the moment as its release could prove troublesome for the Corporation and Rufus in particular, whom I hold in high regard.
We head over to the petrol station where the money was withdrawn, and since Kilo and Ten are off on a bonding fishing trip, there is only four of us, so we take my car rather than the clapped out van the boys have.
The guy pumping gas doesn’t recognise the photo, but the other worker does. In fact, he sold him his motorbike for $5,000. He started explaining what it was but I got lost at Harley. Aldo had a clever idea to use the camera on the money machine to see if we could find old Max, and it was a short leap from there to get Agent Jeff to use the lights cameras to track old Max at each intersection.
We tracked him to Los Angeles and then in between sets of lights, he disappeared.
We spent a few days looking through side alleys, warehouses and knocking on doors, but had little luck. In the mean time, I had new Max utilise some of his contacts and try and find us some things from the black markets. I bank rolled the exercise, and he searched. he did find an extremely powerful shotgun for Jasper, but so far has not found the right rifle for himself.
Jasper and Aldo managed to find the bike old Max bought and has hidden between dumpsters. It was incredibly well hidden since it hadn’t been stolen already. It was then that Jasper and Aldo noticed somebody watching us while driving very slowly. Aldo thought it looked like a werewolf that Ten and Kilo had killed.
Jasper called a family called the Partingtons and they confirmed that this werewolf was not actually dead, and had resumed his search for the serial killer dubbed “The Silver Fox” by old Max. Jasper was able to get a contact number out of them and I called him. Nothing like going back to my cold calling roots.
He was understandably cagey, but we agreed to meet in a restaurant up town. We got there, but it was of the calibre I used to frequent back before the real world took over my life. This was an issue because I was the only one dressed well enough to get in. Thankfully, there was a shop lower down the building that could help. I took the boys there and gave the poor, long suffering assistant ten minutes to get everybody suitably attired. I simply left my card there and returned upstairs to ensure that our meeting was not derailed by simple clothing.
Our…man…was there and we made small talk till the guys made their way back, about fifteen minutes later. Great work from the assistant and I made a mental note to go and thank him for his exemplary service.
We traded notes, what little we had and came to the conclusion that we could try and help each other, as long as Ten and Kilo weren’t involved. This could get challenging, but at the very least, I would be able to text him. It was something.
The Silver Fox had changed his M.O. He was now apparently trying to create an army, and so far, appears to have failed. There are bodies showing up that are dying from a simple bite, which matches what we’re finding.
With nothing else to go on, unfortunately, our only option is apparently to wait for another murder. I’m not sure how to get myself comfortable with this method of investigative work. Maybe Ten can provide another avenue when he and Kilo arrive…