Another Midnight Miro Meeting

Miro has given me word again that we are too meet tonight at midnight to give me more information on where our investigation will be headed. I asked Callista, my wife to attend with me so that she and Miro can meet face to face to figure out their differences, but she refuses and is adamant about staying in the new apartment tonight.

I shall update tomorrow with more information.


Your P.A.L.

Setting up Shop in Mountpillar

I have rented a small apartment in Mountpillar from which I will center my investigation around. I am awaiting word from Miro about where I should be going. He sent me an e-mail last night:


Hey P.A.L.

Let's get things straight. You and I are in cahoots, for better or worse. Let's do this thing together. I'll call you tomorrow and we can figure this thing out. 

I'll be anxiously awaiting his call and I've got to get my room set up. 

Your P.A.L. 

The Road to Mountpillar

I am taking the trip to our state's capitol tomorrow with questions running through my head at a hundred miles a minute. I will be taking my wife along, she is just as intrigued by this conundrum as I am, having had a devastating personal experience with Miro.

I did receive another e-mail from Miro last night before I went to bed. It reads:

Hey P.A.L.

I see you're taking my advice and going South. Good choice. Maybe I'll see you there. Why don't you start with the Mayor's office. 

Love, 
Miro

So, it looks like I'm going to the Mayor's to get started. Maybe I can meet up with Miro again once I get there. Wish me luck. 

Your P.A.L. 

Unraveling the Strange Case of Miro

I was summoned to a late night excursion to the Burlingston Pier by the mysterious Miro. I was overwhelmed by the news that was delivered to me by this character. I did not see the face of Miro, he forced me to keep at least twenty feet away from him at all times, and he was wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, very similar to the one I keep by my desk at all times.

He told me vaguely that there was some sort of conspiracy being perpetrated upon the American public, and that I was the only one who could uncover the details. I am his Woodward and he is my deep throat. He told me that the answers I was looking for could only be found in Mountpillar and that I would likely be drawn into a whirlwind adventure of intrigue and deceit like nothing I have ever been on before.

The details of the conspiracy are as follows:
-In Mountpillar there are backroom dealings that are insidious. They consist of high-level politicians and local businesses pulling the wool over our eyes.
-Perhaps these dealings are not only in Mountpillar, but reach the upper echelon of our legislative system in this country, and there is the possibility that these things break into the executive. Miro made claims that Joe Biden could be involved in some way.


The path forward is clear. I must go to Mountpillar and begin my investigation.


Your P.A.L.

Midnight Miro

This is too much for me to handle.

There is a conspiracy that winds its way to the highest tiers of government and even breaches international waters. I cannot say much now, but stay vigilant and check back soon.

Your P.A.L.

The Unsolved Case of Miro Continues

My friends, 

It has been a week since the devastating events that scarred my beautiful wife. I had a quiet week by all accounts, with no further news from this Miro character. That was until earlier this evening. At 7:35 Eastern Standard Time, I received the following e-mail to the account connected to this blog:

Hey PAL, 

Did I scare you last week? I hope so. You want answers, well I want Justice with a capital J. You're the only man in this town with enough guts to get to the bottom of something big and juicy, and I've got the dish ready for you to come and devour it.

Interested? Meet me downtown at 1 AM, by the pier. This is only the beginning. Tell nobody about this.

Love,
Miro

So, there you have it. Maybe Miro isn't a slime ball after all, maybe he just wanted to give me a taste of what kind of shit I'm about to get in to. Or, maybe this is all a trap. The only way I can know for sure is to hop on down to the pier tonight. Wish me luck.

Your P.A.L.

Who is Miro?

It seems that it is no longer safe to be an investigative journalist in Burlingston. Earlier today my wife was accosted and thrown under a bookshelf when a psychoneurotic sensationalist calling himself Miro broke into my apartment to leave a note warning me to laconically “cut the shit.”

Callista, my dear wife, is in stable condition and resting quietly at home. She sustained only a few scratches and minor bruising, but after this terrifying encounter with Miro it is understandable that she is in a delicate condition mentally.

I interrogated her to the best of my ability as to Miro’s intentions and his identity. She had very little information to give me, with the exception of one clear statement he made to her. After he had tipped the bookshelf over onto her, he remarked, “Tell your nosy husband to keep his nose out of places it doesn’t belong.”

This can only be in response to my recent inquiries into the seedy underbelly of Vermont. The only questions are, who is Miro and what exactly is he referring to?

Is it my inquiry into Jennifer Venson or is it Vermont University that has a much deeper secret? The only way to find out is to keep digging.

Miro, you messed with the wrong P.A.L.

Threats and Bookcases

Readers, I must be brief. I have received an anonymous letter from some fiend lurking in Burlingston. I have attached a picture here:

I found my beautiful wife, Callista Manley, under a set of bookshelves in my office today with this note in her hands. I think she is fine physically, but I fear that her mental state is quite fragile. I must take her to the hospital to be completely sure.

More to come.