Thursday August 7 ^th 2008
I got in late last night. I assumed Martin was in bed and I didn’t wake him. When I got up in the morning he was gone. I wasn’t actually sure if he had been in. A quick peek in his room and it didn’t look slept in. Then again he was neat and probably made the bed up before he left. As I yack into this thing, there is still no sign of him and it has gone ten o’clock at night.
The day has been a quiet one. I went over the events in Mallorca until I was blue in the face but I can’t make head nor tail of them. The whole thing was a set up. Of that there is no doubt, but the question is why and why in that manner?
If Dupree has decided I am excess baggage then he could have taken me down long ago. I have one working theory, and it is a poor one at best.
I’m thinking that Dupree knew of Spencer’s intentions and also found out about the box in Mallorca. He could have raided it, removed anything that might incriminate him and have left the single sheet of paper for anyone else that came along. When someone was fool enough to appear, then the local goon squad were alerted and that was why I was caught bang to rights in the shop.
As such there may be no pre-meditation in all of this. I simply followed the trail that someone else had already trodden. What I can’t figure is how they knew I was in the shop at that particular moment. Maria might have been in on it and the whole ‘helping me’ thing was a game. It would certainly explain the ease with which she decided to lend me a hand. But then why hit the alarm and save me? If she was in on it she could have just left me to the goon patrol. So if she didn’t alert them then who did and why?
I haven’t got any answers to this one yet. I’ll front up with Martin when he gets back and see if he has any ideas.