Freedom. I've granted my old school mate Ezra his freedom from Azkaban, and he's been out for about two months now. It's been interesting, having company in my flat, but our sole purpose, our operation, has been rather stagnant as of late.
Getting him out of that pit wasn't easy, by any means. I had to pull some strings with Von Grimm--much to the dismay of that old sod Sark, but now he and I are at an impasse. Deadlocked. All of the notes and things I've procured over the months have led me into a dead end, a thick concrete wall, a barricade between me and the truth. Some fingers are pointing to Daniel, Ezra's brother, but why the hell would I want to go back into the depths of the prison I'd just helped him escape? I loathe that place...I despise the filth there--their treatment of the prisoners. Before it used to house actual criminals but now there were folks in there, simply locked away because they didn't have the right paperwork?
I haven't been called in to do a psych evaluation of anyone since they cancelled my last appointment with Liam O'Donnell. I wonder if that man is still alive. He didn't look well, the last I saw him.
I'll check in soon, once I have more information...