Chapter 3: May 27 Murder. A woman was killed last night. She was out walking in the woods and was attacked by a wild animal. In the Raccoon Forest in the Arklay mountains. Exactly where the secret lab was. Could something have gotten out and killed that woman. The police had deemed the murderer as wild animals do to the teeth marks. I immediately thought of the licker or something even more terrible. An investigation was already in order as the police swept through the forest. And then they came across the Spencer Estate. They were about to check it out when Brian Irons called and told them that the U.B.C.S had already checked it out. After checking the work order, I came across startling news. No one had gone to check out the mansion. And then another thought came across my mind. Police Chief Brian Irons. Is Irons taking bribes from Umbrella? So they can go on with business. It is no secret why he is so paranoid all the time. He is too worried that he might get caught. Or his conscience is playing with him. Messing with his mind. I always knew Brian Irons as a somewhat sick, twisted, egotistical maniac. He squandered his money like he was some rich aristocrat, buying grotesque paintings and sculptures. He thinks he so powerful and untouchable. Just cause he is the chief of police doesn't make him God. But who in the company could be paying Irons off. Sydney, Jackson, or maybe Mr. Trent. Victor had seen him only a few times, but with each glimpse he became frightened by the slender man in black. He was cold and mysterious, but not power hungry like the rest of them. His eyes seemed lifeless and full of anger. I knew each of these men where highly financed, but none of them knew the first thing about biochemistry. They were all involved in White Umbrella, the branch of the company that deals with biochemistry research, but none of them where scientists. One of them had to have supplied the bribes to someone who knows his way around a lab, someone like William Birkin.