Journal Entry #3 - The Start of my investigation in Scotland

January fifteenth, 2013

Yesterday was the beginning of my investigation. I had decided to ask around, see what I could come up with. During my sight-seeing, I had noticed a nice little joint called Nessie's Brood, situated not a quarter mile away from Loch Ness. I figured this was the best place to start.

As soon as I walked in, I knew that not many tourists stop by here. The place was a bit dirty and run down, but had a warm feeling to it. I could distinguish the ones who stayed all day, from the regular visitors. It was the regulars who stared at me like I was Nessie herself.

I had to prove that I was just like them. I walked straight up to the bartender and ordered a pint of ale. The eyes slowly moved away.

I leaned up against the bar and surveyed the room. There were some regulars that were sharing a larger table. I decided to edge a little closer to see what they were talking about. I can read faces pretty good, and by the looks of it I figured they'd be talking about something right up my alley.

"... of course, you'd have to actually get in to figure that out." a bearded, pudgy man said.

"Which of course would be illegal," a tall, scrawny man said. "If you get caught, then you'd be in prison for who knows how long. Maybe life. It is government property technically."

I took my place in an empty chair, hoping to merge in.

"Oh?" Pudgy said. "Well technically it ain't. The land is owned by that McPherson fella."

I decided to jump in. "You know, if the government is going to go that far as to lock the place up from outsiders, doesn't that prove that they're hiding something?"

The scrawny guy responded. "Duh. It means they're hiding Nessie. What else would they be hiding?"

"You are such an idiot Bartley!" Pudgy accused Scrawny. "The government isn't going to waste their valuable time chasing after make-believe monsters. They're hiding weapons of course! Not fairies!"

"I didn't say fairies," Bartley responded. "I said Nessie!"

I decided to take my leave. I got what I wanted. The government was hiding something, but nobody knows what exactly.

I didn't like the look in the eyes of a few of the guys sitting there. It was almost threatening.

I got back to my hotel room and researched McPherson. Turns out, he used to be a billionaire. That is,  until he wasted all of his money at bars and dance clubs. Now he just lives in his mansion by Loch Ness. No wife, no kids, and practically no money. Poor fella.

I'll tell you right now, the primary reason I'm in Scotland is for business. I'll be attending meetings every day, starting tomorrow, until the 21st. No, I'm not permitted to tell you what kind of business exactly. Just know that it's part of my job.

The more I think about it, the more I think I'll pay McPherson a visit next Tuesday.

Until then...
Inspector Kornelson