I got a dog. I made sure my description was of a trainable dog so I could make sure it acted like I've been its owner for years. I've given it a collar with its silly name and with my phone number. Then I set it loose in near John's flat. I also trained it to stay in that general area, just to make sure he finds it.
That explosion John was looking into is interesting. There's something decidedly off about it, but I can't quite put my finger on it yet.
I've started just wandering around. I think I'm hoping something interesting will happen, but I can't be sure. Sometimes I try to figure out Paul Smith, but then I get frustrated because I can't. I know it's solvable, it must be solvable. It must be. But I'm useless. I'm obviously not meant to be a detective. I should just stick to being a doctor. I'll have to get used to it. I suppose.
The kid has a real knack for bombs. He can make a bomb out of pretty much anything. All I have to do is teach him when to use his skills. And he's very eager to learn. I think I've already said that. I'm just really surprised by his eagerness.
Anyway, someone wanted me to fill up their bank account for them, so now I'm teaching him how to hack into the bank's records without being noticed. Should be fun.
