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.
