August 15, 1899

They will not let me see him. I went to the police station today, demanding that they let me see Thomas Pendleton. The man I spoke to informed me that due to the “unusual circumstances” surrounding the murder investigation, visits were strictly limited to immediate family.

For once in my life, I cursed my Italian blood. My genes have gifted me with good looks but unfortunately looks that would never let me get away with claiming to be Thomas’s brother.

So once again, I am helpless, pacing about my apartment while Thomas needs me most! I had considered going to his parents to discuss what options we have for helping Thomas, but when I went to the house, a man outside of a house a few doors over told me that the Pendletons no longer resided there and had not for months (a fact Thomas had neglected to mention).

There must be something I can do.