The murder card

Dear diary, it has been a week since I last saw Ian, or the group. Are they in hiding again? When will I see then? So many questions are racing through my mind. I can’t stop thinking about him. He is such a nice person, but unfortunately, not so smart. It’s such a shame he got involved with this group in the first place. At least Mary was pleased with me. She paid me very well, which made me feel better about this whole thing. Like I accomplished something, like it wasn’t all in vain. I felt helpful, after a long time. At that point, I thought I was done, that Mary would take it from there and leaving me out of this whole thing. But soon I saw Ian again. I was relieved when I saw he was alive and well. But I’m not really sure why. I saw him when I was leaving my apartment, early in the morning, on a cold day, windy day. He wasn’t in a good mood and was even upset at me. “I got arrested that night I left your apartment.” He bluntly told me. “Did you had something to do with it?” He asked his second question. I told him no, which wasn’t a lie. I didn’t have a clue what happened after he left. He didn’t seem to believe me. “Why would I do that Ian?” I asked him. “I don’t know, you tell me.” He wasn’t his usual warm self. He was angry and cold. His face was even more tired and has lost all hope. “Exactly, I had no reason to call the cops. We had a nice time, or so I though. And to be honest, I think your group is harmless and can’t do any real damage anyways.” At least the last part was true. And most hurtful to him. But it made him believe me. “How can you say that? You don’t even know us.” He said, clearly upset. “No one knows of you. You just hide and do nothing. I am surprised you even got arrested.” That may have sounded a little mean, but it was just another piece of truth. Instead of an angry reply, he agreed with me. It was time they do something. He didn’t share what that something might be. I was curious about how he managed to escape. He didn’t explain it in detail, he only said he has a friend who helped him. He walked me to the train station, while describing his situation with the police in great detail. At first he was just interrogated, something he was used to. So he didn’t back down and said nothing. That made his interrogator angry, so they used psychical force to try getting the answers. That didn’t work either. Electric shocks followed, making me feel uneasy, but he seemed fine, while describing that part. He told me it’s merely a game of the mind, his was simply the strongest. After even that failed, they decided to dehydrate him, thinking it would make him delirious and would tell. But he was saved just in time, before they got a hold of any information. I admire his strength, I probably wouldn’t hold up so well. “It’s good that you didn’t tell them anything. They got nothing on you, just speculations.” He seemed pleased at first, but wanted to know how I knew that. I made up a little lie, which he believed. “Well, at least I know they aren’t ahead of us. Truthfully, we got nothing on them either.” Finally, something I can tell Mary that will calm her down. “Do you know anything else perhaps?” He asks me with hope he was slowly regaining. “No. I’m sorry.” I say. “Can you find out anything?” He asked of me. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be involved, it could end up badly for me. I can’t, I’m sorry.” At that moment, I really felt done. I didn’t want to play anymore. “Addilyn, if you can help, you have an obligation to help. Because if this goes on, we’ll all end up dead. Or worse.” He was certain of this and he made me think. He made me feel guilty for not wanting to help, but at the same time, can I even offer any real help? I know I should try, but I still don’t know if he is right. “I don’t know Ian. What if you are wrong?” He didn’t reply to my question, he ignored it. Instead he told me, to meet him tomorrow, at ten p.m. in the Central park, behind the river.