Welcome to the latest episode of Archi’s Diary, a weekly entry in my favorite amnesiac’s journal as he tries to adjust to a world he doesn’t remember.
Episode 15 – April 2016
This week I got arrested. The whole handcuffed, placed in a police car, and taken into custody, arrested.. And this is a good thing! I never thought I’d say this, but this is the best thing that could have happened to me!
When I accidentally locked myself out on Tuesday, I climbed over the back fence to get back inside. I landed heavily on my tent, which collapsed loudly and spectacularly, and went in through the back-door. Apparently a neighbour thought I was breaking and called the police. Ten mins later they knocked on the door and promptly arrested me. Since I couldn’t prove that I lived there, and I had no way of getting into contact with Kerstin or James, that was pretty much it. How is that a good thing, you ask?
They took me in and fingerprinted me. I thought I was finished, done, game over. I was convinced I would be formally charged with murder and fleeing the scene, put in jail and left to rot for the rest of my life. In a way it was kind of liberating to know I don’t have to run any more. Except what actually happened was that Chief Constable Jensen (I think his name was) came in, greeted me as Mr Ames, and quizzed me on why I was breaking into Kerstin’s house, when I have a perfectly good home in Canterbury.
I was flabbergasted. He said Mr Ames. I hadn’t provided them with any name, so they must have identified me by my fingerprints. I couldn’t believe it. As the conversation went on, it became more and more clear that I, as Anthony Ames, am not a wanted man. At least not for murder. Apparently I came across as a confused man, who should be home resting (to get rid of my assumed nasty hangover), instead of trying to break into other people’s houses, but not someone wanted for murder. My story must have been convincing enough to explain why I was trying to get inside the house and the neighbours apparently verified that they saw me coming and going recently, so they gave me a pass and drove me home. And when I say home, I mean my registered address. And here I am, right now, inside the house. The door wasn’t locked, and the uniforms promptly waited at the door until I got inside. I’m pretty sure they thought I was a drunk. Doesn’t matter now. I am inside Anthony Ames’s house now.
I have no intention to stay here though. This little detour couldn’t have come at a better time, but I don’t want to wait for the police to come back, in case they suddenly realise I’m wanted murderer, and come back with sirens, carrying guns and a warrant for my arrest. I also don’t want Inger or someone else to show up at the door, in case the police notified Koldberg. Besides, this place is creepy. The house itself is… spartan, to say the least. Lots of warm earth colors, wear patterns on the carpets, not much in the area of decorations though. Lots of books and research papers on shelves in the living room, which is the only room with furniture, consisting of an antique style work desk, and an army cot (honest to god). And that’s it. The other rooms are almost completely empty and there’s a basement I couldn’t get into. It’s sealed by a heavy steel door and, except for the keypad with a card slot, it looks like a shelter or panic room door from the 1950s. Who knows what more secrets it holds… But everything else is just… empty. The whole place feels like a gutted family house that was left on a whim.
That said, I still looted the place. Well, not really looted it, just packed some clothes I liked and fitted me well, took a stash of cash I found (probably intended for emergencies, but if my life doesn’t qualify as one, I don’t know what does). More importantly, I managed to find his passport. My passport.
I have to head back to Kerstin’s place as soon as possible. I managed to decipher some more files before I was interrupted by the police, but I couldn’t even close the laptop or put away the map before they took me away. I don’t really feel like explaining to Kerstin why I’m featured in scary surveillance footage, and have dozens of pages detailing a Project Dee, that seems more and more supernatural (or at least more than physical) in nature. If it comes to that I was thinking of pretending that it’s all notes for a book. Writers do that, right?
Time to go. I also took a spare set of keys I found with the passport. Might need to come back some day.
And I actually feel OK right now.
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