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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2010, 10:24 AM (99 Views) | |
| Finding Dolores | Jan 18 2010, 10:24 AM Post #1 |
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Another meeting with my client. At his request this time; I dunno if something spooked him or if he just wanted to catch up on how the investigation was going. His ladyfriend was with him again, making notes all night long; she said she was writing a cookbook. She's a wrestler too of course. Like Alice in Wonderland, Delia Smith and the Fabulous Moolah all rolled into one batfuck insane package. Nice girl though. Before they showed up I figured I'd go through the file Stacey gave me the other day, see if there was anything there that could help track her down. Something about Dolores spoke to me I guess; I didn't know her, didn't know much about her, but I knew I had to find more. Knew I had to find her. And that meant finding out about the Spiritual Science Institute. The SSI was started back in the 50s by Conrad Powers, used to be a sci-fi writer but fucked that up and decided to be a guru instead. Fancied himself a mixture of Freud, Crowley and Arthur C. Clarke from what I can tell, decided one day he'd figured out the secrets to life and everything. He claimed it was from research he'd been doing in secret, some people said he just ripped off the lot from different sources, others that someone slipped him some mushrooms and he thought he saw god. Either way, he wound up writing this book, The Aim of Religion, The Method of Science, typical self-help bullcrap all told. Believe in yourself and the world is yours - unless that world involves a drunk driver who doesn't give a fuck how high your self-esteem is and lands you six feet under. Sometimes bad shit happens to good people. The only question is whether you can pick up the pieces and move on. Powers took all the usual bullshit and wrapped it up in fancy language, mystical mumbo-jumbo and bits of science ripped out of context. Claimed he'd found a spiritual explanation for science, scientific explanation for spirituality, either way he could sell you the secrets of the universe. Sell being the main word - by the time the guy died in the 80s he was a fucking millionnaire. Money wasn't all he was about though. Sex as well, other side of the same coin so they say. He decided all the women were property, could be shared equally among the men, something about reincarnation meaning men were more advanced than women and so men could use them the same way we use cattle. Sickening when you think about it, more sickening that they went along with it - the men and the women alike. I keep trying to tell myself this won't have happened to Dolores. Needless to say I didn't bring this part up to my client, would have done more harm than good I reckon. Drugs was another part of it, at every level. I mentioned the rumours he came up with his Spiritual Science bullcrap after someone slipped him some shrooms one night. To hear some people tell it that wasn't the first time or the last; hell, to hear some people tell it there wasn't an hour of the day when he wasn't off his tits on something. Lines of coke before giving his speeches, acid and mushrooms when he was writing out his teachings, cannabis to help him chill the fuck out when needed. Maybe why he was so damn paranoid all the time. I heard a saying one time, a guy in a bar a long way from here, that when people create something, a bit of the creator's personality is embedded into it, kind of like a foundation stone. Microsoft will always have a bit of Bill Gates, America will always have a bit of George Washington, Judaism will always have a bit of Moses. The more I learn about Powers, the more it seems the SSI must be one fucked up place. I guess they must offer people something or they wouldn't join, but from where I stand it looks like hell. I put aside the folder when my client showed up, him and his ladyfriend, same red wine, same smile on her part and unemotional stare from him. Walking in hand in hand, the least likely couple I've ever met. We had a bit of a chat, I mentioned I'd be tuning in for the big fight a week Tuesday, Genesis I think it was called. Something from the Good Book anyway. She seemed excited, he just nodded distractedly like my TV watching habits were about as interesting as the reproductive cycle of the Giant East African Snail. Can't really blame him on that one. I told him what progress I'd made on the case. Some of it he knew already, the background on how the SSI deals with "Antagonists," I mentioned this could mean she didn't actually want to cut off contact with him but he just shrugged. Guess he didn't want to get his hopes up or something. If he even has hopes to get up - sometimes seems like he's got the emotional range of a teaspoon. He seemed interested in Department 20, the SSI's way of dealing with problems inside and outside the cult. Said he'd heard rumours while he was inside and started asking questions, they disciplined him for it, made it clear this was off-limits. He ended up wondering what else he wasn't being told, kept asking awkward questions, eventually left - whether he went or was pushed I don't know, not that it matters. He was out, she was in - then she was gone. We kept talking - Department 20, Powers, the lot - then suddenly he stops me, asks if I've noticed anything going on near my office. I told him the truth, I don't spend much time there these days, I keep my notes there but spend most of my time on the move. I like it better that way, can't stand the idea of being cooped up in an office all day. He nods, changes the subject, goes on like nothing had happened. I figure maybe the guy took one too many bumps to the head, was starting to jump at shadows or something. Either that or someone spooked him pretty badly. |
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