Micah Jennings

1.17.05 Monday [tomorrow!]

I can’t take it anymore.

It’s obvious that Reginald has a rigid routine to his day. I’ve sat there, freezing on the catwalk for 3 nights so far, and nothing has changed. I’m not putting myself through it another night without a payoff. Tomorrow I will strike.

The only thing I’m a little apprehensive about is where to look for goods. As far as I’ve seen, he has no secret stash of money, nor some clichéd recess in a wall behind a painting. The only things of value I’ve seen are far too heavy to lug across the rooftops on my way home: expensive-looking furniture, electronics, art. But I’m fairly confident I will have time to locate something suitable.

I studied the windowpane of his apartment before he got home this afternoon. I looked for the usual indications of an alarm system, but didn’t detect any. No tiny black cases with those eerie bluish lenses, no strange wires. I suppose it makes sense that he feels safe perched way up there on the 11th floor. He’s in for a surprise.

For now I’ve forced myself to ignore the suspicions of Ben and Aaron that I somehow manage to fuel each day. I still think that it’s impossible for them to know the whole picture, but they definitely have bits and pieces of it. They know that my job cover is blown and may know that I still parkour…I guess they MIGHT suspect me of theft…Come to think of it, that would be no great leap of logic. Maybe they know?

AHH! I’m supposed to be setting that aside for now! I need to focus on the job at hand. I can’t lose my concentration. Tomorrow, I have to keep telling myself. Tomorrow, and this will be over. Tomorrow, and mom will be one step closer to justice.

-M.J.

posted by Mr. Linty @ 1:13 AM