Violet describes Kurt's condition and how the Cube Hunters helped her to decipher the note he'd found. It led her to a subway station and a locker - and Miranda. Sadly, Violet wasn't a quick enough sprinter to catch up with her. But at least she stopped Miranda getting hold of her supplies.
This is what happens when I say that things have been quiet.
Kurt is alive. That's about the only piece of good news. They've cleaned him up now, but when I saw him in Emergency, he was lying on his front, covered in gauze, red with burns and blood. They'd cut his clothes off, but it didn't look like they'd had much to cut through. They'd shredded his favourite jacket. I've kept it for him but really, it's totalled. Maybe it'll act as a reminder for him to stay out of trouble.
That was this afternoon. Just a couple of hours ago, apparently.
When I heard the news about the explosion, I headed straight to the building, only to see Kurt getting loaded into an ambulance. I took the subway to Phuah - they have a bunch of new puzzles up in the carriages and I kept thinking how Kurt would enjoy irritating me by racing through them and then I wondered whether he'd be able to see them and then I had to stop thinking about that at all. I caught up with him just as his jacket was hitting the floor. That's when I noticed the note, scorched around the edges. I just knew. Kurt. Typical.
I must admit, you guys are sharp. Within an hour of that image going live, my key started lighting up. The shapes matched up with four buildings in the city: Tanhill Botanical Garden, the Hausam Ampitheatre, Scott Young Memorial Plaza and the Triple Wheel Stadium. The point between them was probably the location we wanted.
I checked my map. Augur Park station.
There wasn't much I could do for Kurt - the hospital had called his parents and there's only so much hanging around bedside uselessly I can take. So I went to Augur Park. Two stops away. They have rows and rows of lockers there, and one of them was number 7196.
I just stood there staring at the lock, wondering what the combination might be, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed another figure stop short on the concourse. Miranda. With red hair, but definitely Miranda. She'd spotted me a moment before I noticed her, and was already turning when I looked up, but I knew it was her. She started to run, and I started after her. This was the moment when I started to regret that Kurt and Miranda spend their time running and I spend mine in late-night poker bars and at gigs. She was quicker than me. But, I was thinking about Cymbalisty, and about Kurt, and about the note in Kurt's voice when I spoke to him yesterday, and I ran a little faster as she ducked back into the subway station. I almost had her, she was just a few paces ahead of me, but as we rounded a corner in the station, she just vanished, must have disappeared into the crowd. I was so close. But not close enough.
I walked back to the locker. And, it transpires that although Miranda is quicker than me, she isn't all that smart, because the locker combination was 7, 19, 6. Inside, there was some kind of supply package: a new key, some clothes, provisions. Things she would have needed.
It's not revenge yet, but it's satisfying to know that we've hurt her.
I'm going to check on Kurt again now.
