dAY #2

The bird pecked up the crumbs. Sometimes missing one. Sometimes two, or three. Then maybe one again. It's kinda similar to morse code. Except no-one has ever cracked this. Due to it's method of delivery, it's existence probably isn't even known to anyone other than the chosen recipients.

It turned out THE SYNDICATE were after my ass. For some reason, they didn't want me to carry out my next job. I wus still on the trail to finding out who that job was. I needed to know if the bird tamer knew anything about the origin of my scarecrow. But before the bird could peck a warning, I'd already taken it out of my pocket. The effigy had been too much. There was nothing I could do to stop the frightened bird from flying away. I'd felt a horrible twinge of realisation. Whoever had planted that scarecrow in my apartment must've known I'd go to consult the bird-tamer. I'd been made a fool of. It's a damn good job I'd asked about THE SYNDICATE before I revealed the scarecrow. But the feeling that someone out there knew what I was gonna do before I did gave me the creeps. Well, at least I know I'm on the right track. I had ideas floatin' around everywhere, so I came back to the apartment to gather my thoughts.