Wichita


Journal Entry- Anders

10.2

First night away in nine months, fifteen if you count the time I was in the hospital. And of course I don't remember any times before that. It is both exhilarating and daunting, not that I've forgotten how to drive a car or check into a hotel, but whether I have ever done either before is up to debate. And the thank me and say my name, the name I've been told for nine months is mine. Nothing new for the doctor there.

My mission is pretty straight forward. Find the professor who's been missing for twelve years. The professor who became a recluse after the death of his daughter and some of her high school classmates in a bizarre chemical explosion in 2003. His wife had previously died when the daughter was five. He retired from teaching North American history at Wichita State University and was subsequently rarely seen. 

The Clinic has procured the police reports and other relevant documents. Very thorough that organization. I intend to review them fully tomorrow and proceed to Heaven the day after to snoop around. I don't expect much from the reports, after all they never found him, but maybe there will be a clue leading somewhere. 

I can't help but be curious about why The Clinic is interested in this man. He doesn't seem to fit into their areas of expertise. But all I was told is that this is a part of a larger investigation so who knows. I intend to fulfill my part, however, and bring back a conclusion to this search. I will not go back empty handed. 

But it is early yet. Maybe I will go back to the bar and enjoy being free for the moment. And maybe that cute red-head I saw in the lobby will be down there. I can't remember the last time I spoke to a woman who wasn't a doctor.





 

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