Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 5

My visit to Mr. Kowalski was... revealing, though not in the way one hopes for. He was drunk the night of the fire, and no less so when I spoke with him. If there is truth in his account, it is buried beneath layers of fog and carelessness.

And then there was the voice message he sent me. Rambling, disjointed, yet not entirely meaningless. I have learned not to dismiss such things too quickly.

He suggested I speak with his mother next. An interesting redirection. A genuine lead, or an attempt to pass the burden elsewhere?

On my way back from the brewery, I became aware of footsteps that did not belong to me. Not close enough to confront, but close enough to notice.

I have taken a room at Mont Royal for now. Though, I cannot say I feel any safer within its walls. If anything, the sense of danger seems to be drawing nearer.