April 7, 2019
I don’t know if Jeffrey found out that I added an entry last week, but he openly allowed me to use the computer today. I’m surprised that some of his employees aren’t watching me right now. The computer is in a lone room in his hideout. At least I call it a hideout, he calls it one of his warehouses. The “Warehouse” is underground, and why else would you put something underground than to hide it from people, thus making it a hideout. Win one for Brady. I am kind of glad that I didn’t have the time last week to put everything in here because I needed the extra hours to think over the events that occurred.
I was supposed to meet Veronica for a date the other night, but she stopped responding to me mid-text on Snapchat. I figured she might have gotten distracted while getting ready. We were going to go out and celebrate that I got approved for my own apartment. It may seem silly, but she believes in celebrating even the smallest of things. Well, it reached 7 P.M., and she hadn’t responded, so I sent another text and watched the blue arrow to wait and see if Veronica had her phone nearby. The blue arrow went hollow, but her bitmoji never popped up to show her typing a response. I didn’t want to become a nuisance, so I put my phone in my pocket. I decided to boot up my Xbox and play a match or two while I waited for her. She said that she wanted to pick me up, so for all, I knew Veronica read the message on her way over to my place. I got through one match and knew that she should have been to my mom’s condo by then. I wasn’t supposed to move into my apartment for a couple more weeks.
I already gave a brief summary of what occurred at that point in my last entry. The thing I didn’t add is that Jeffrey apologized to me before he knocked me out. So at least he is a gentleman? I don’t know. I didn’t know what happened that night, but what I do know is that Veronica is dead. That’s three people who have died in such a short time with only one connection, me. Maybe Jeffrey recognized this and got me out of the condo before the cops could make the connections and show up, but he has yet to explain how any of this has to do with my mother.
I saw the news report on one of the TVs down here. I think Jeffrey made sure I would see the story for myself, so he didn’t have to tell me. The timing for me walking by to hear Veronica’s name come through the room seemed to well placed. Jeffrey told me that he had the resources to get me a full report on how Veronica died if I wanted. I’m not sure that I do. I just can’t help but fear that something about me is killing off those who care about me most. I hope my mom is safe.