Free The Silent Reporter (A Police Procedural Mystery Series of Crime and Suspense, Hyder Ali #1) by Thomas Fincham Page A
Authors: Thomas Fincham
back at his desk in less than fifteen minutes, since the courier company was just around the block. There were a couple of stories he wanted to follow up. Dunny would soon come asking for material and he wanted to have something ready for her.
Hyder joined the line at the counter and handed the delivery notice to the girl behind it when his turn came.
She returned with a package. It was thin and light.
He signed for it and left.
Outside, he examined it. His name and the address of the newspaper were handwritten. He turned it over, but there was no return address.
Odd , he thought.
He tore the edge of the envelope and found papers inside.
He pulled them out and realized they had been ripped from some book.
When he scanned them, his eyes went wide.
TWENTY-FOUR
Back at his desk, Hyder couldn’t believe what he was holding.
He kicked himself for not catching it from the handwriting on the package. The papers were scribbled by none other than Professor Eric Freeland.
Freeland’s handwriting was unmistakable. The way the R’s and the Y’s were looped, reaffirmed to Hyder that it was the professor’s.
The pages belonged to a diary.
Hyder paused.
Was it the diary Jessica had mentioned? The one Professor Freeland always kept to himself? The one he himself had seen him scribble on?
He read the first page.
Today not going well, not knowing what's happening, desire to tell the truth which will make this difficult, maybe tomorrow will meet JVL and will go visit XLX Ltd. and take away the thing that is most important, but the bribes and corruption will continue until we stop it and the murder was something we should have taken to the police but not sure who to trust…
Hyder had to stop. None of it made any sense. He flipped to another page.
Received calls many times from XLX Ltd, but too afraid to answer, must stop meeting or else too dangerous, will have to slow down or will end up like auditor, the seeking of the original cannot be done, we have nothing to help us, must become more cautious, eyes are watching, the walls have ears, and life has become more precious…
Again, he had no idea what Freeland was talking about.
Orginal, original, we need the original, without it we cannot do anything, we have to find it, until then we don’t have anything…
Hyder kept going, spending the next twenty minutes going over the contents of all the pages, but when he was done he was more confused than ever.
It looked as if Freeland had written gibberish. Was this the writings of a sane person? Hyder wasn’t so sure.
Could Freeland had been so depressed that, prior to him taking his life, he had written everything down and sent it to Hyder?
Why him in particular, though? Hyder hadn’t been in contact with Freeland for some time. So why did Freeland choose him?
The reason was as cryptic as the scribbles on the pages.
Hyder went back to the pages, noticed that certain words and letters were underlined. He began jotting them down. When done, he had no idea what any of it meant, but he knew who he had to contact right away.
TWENTY-FIVE
Jessica lay in bed, feeling terrible.
The trip to the police station had been a waste of time.
The result she was hoping for had not happened. Instead, she felt stupid for bringing Hyder along with her.
She had thought having someone else with her would make it easier in finding out the truth about her father, but that was not the case.
She worried what Hyder thought of her. She wanted him to believe her. Her father had spoken so much about him that she felt in many ways she already knew him.
She felt that she had let her father down by not proving to Detective Nolan her father had been murdered.
More importantly, she would never know what pushed her father to end his life.
She rolled over and stared at the alarm clock.
It was easier to watch time go by than ruminate on her current situation.
She
Hyder joined the line at the counter and handed the delivery notice to the girl behind it when his turn came.
She returned with a package. It was thin and light.
He signed for it and left.
Outside, he examined it. His name and the address of the newspaper were handwritten. He turned it over, but there was no return address.
Odd , he thought.
He tore the edge of the envelope and found papers inside.
He pulled them out and realized they had been ripped from some book.
When he scanned them, his eyes went wide.
TWENTY-FOUR
Back at his desk, Hyder couldn’t believe what he was holding.
He kicked himself for not catching it from the handwriting on the package. The papers were scribbled by none other than Professor Eric Freeland.
Freeland’s handwriting was unmistakable. The way the R’s and the Y’s were looped, reaffirmed to Hyder that it was the professor’s.
The pages belonged to a diary.
Hyder paused.
Was it the diary Jessica had mentioned? The one Professor Freeland always kept to himself? The one he himself had seen him scribble on?
He read the first page.
Today not going well, not knowing what's happening, desire to tell the truth which will make this difficult, maybe tomorrow will meet JVL and will go visit XLX Ltd. and take away the thing that is most important, but the bribes and corruption will continue until we stop it and the murder was something we should have taken to the police but not sure who to trust…
Hyder had to stop. None of it made any sense. He flipped to another page.
Received calls many times from XLX Ltd, but too afraid to answer, must stop meeting or else too dangerous, will have to slow down or will end up like auditor, the seeking of the original cannot be done, we have nothing to help us, must become more cautious, eyes are watching, the walls have ears, and life has become more precious…
Again, he had no idea what Freeland was talking about.
Orginal, original, we need the original, without it we cannot do anything, we have to find it, until then we don’t have anything…
Hyder kept going, spending the next twenty minutes going over the contents of all the pages, but when he was done he was more confused than ever.
It looked as if Freeland had written gibberish. Was this the writings of a sane person? Hyder wasn’t so sure.
Could Freeland had been so depressed that, prior to him taking his life, he had written everything down and sent it to Hyder?
Why him in particular, though? Hyder hadn’t been in contact with Freeland for some time. So why did Freeland choose him?
The reason was as cryptic as the scribbles on the pages.
Hyder went back to the pages, noticed that certain words and letters were underlined. He began jotting them down. When done, he had no idea what any of it meant, but he knew who he had to contact right away.
TWENTY-FIVE
Jessica lay in bed, feeling terrible.
The trip to the police station had been a waste of time.
The result she was hoping for had not happened. Instead, she felt stupid for bringing Hyder along with her.
She had thought having someone else with her would make it easier in finding out the truth about her father, but that was not the case.
She worried what Hyder thought of her. She wanted him to believe her. Her father had spoken so much about him that she felt in many ways she already knew him.
She felt that she had let her father down by not proving to Detective Nolan her father had been murdered.
More importantly, she would never know what pushed her father to end his life.
She rolled over and stared at the alarm clock.
It was easier to watch time go by than ruminate on her current situation.
She
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