Dear Diary...

Today was a "lovely" day.. I just felt so alone today.. Never felt this emptiness.

I just wish everyone can just leave me alone! I have a lot of stuff to deal with. The police chief came to our soup kitchen today.. I am totally lost for words. My shift bearly started and I was called to the captains office .. My shift moved up since I was almost working 3 days in a row and then the chief came as I had to supervise the cadets .. This was obviously part of the conspiracy. I just want to arrest my boss and say bam there is your killer...He is keeping me up with crap, but I got a fair hiding for the media clowns and that this is going too far. Also got dragged down to the pathology lab and thanks to my boss I am under observation with this case by the chief himself..

Luckily just for today and maybe tomorrow... A lieutenant will continue observing me for a week unless I stop the body count..

Well, actually I felt like the trip was a waste of time. I knew the killer was smart and for his art he was very precise and also knew what he wanted.. He obviously killed them and made sure he gotten as much blood as possible. The cuts he didn't do out in the cold and as souvenir kept something of the victim. He is going to leave us a present soon.. It's weird but I an kind of getting excited like I am waiting for christmas present. I always wonder how the Zondiac killer's detective team felt. I envy them in a small way, but the last victim is different though, but not sure how different yet..

Anyways the chief was surprised I mentioned these details and was even more surprised that I was correct. The killer was very sloppy with the last vic and he didn't keep any souvenir. I asked for the fingerprint data and I sadly had to run the prints myself. Jerk at the office is still mad at almost booking a family member of his, but sadly for him I don't care..

If you want to do something do it yourself it is beter to do it anyways.. Well, my day was just basic after that. I received the crime scene photos and start laying them out to find a pattern. No luck yet I am afraid, but it is as if the blood pools and splats that were made was so precisely worked out it is as if he painted and really just wanted to fool with us. It just feels like I am missing something.

The worst part of the day was me interviewing the poor kid today. I took him a sandwich and some coffee. Poor kid he is way to innocent and just fighting to survive. His story was even more heart broken. He just saw a opportunity to get that cardboard when the media started scattering. It was very cold and he just wanted to get out of the cold and he just thought there was trash he didn't notice the body as he was so focused on the box.

He wasn't paid to be there as well. Poor guy was stripped of the only thing he had and it was his sisters chain. He told me how his parents died and he was spilt from his sister as the foster care system worked that way.. He tried to get as much as he can from home and took off .. His clothes are hopefully still in the slums where he hid them.. Poor kid ..

The chief still thought to hold the boy in custody. He is probably planing to let foster care take him away to give him a home. So glad I am not calling the shots on this one.

Sorry for being such a bore today my dear friend. This case is evoking strange feelings.. I am surprised the killer didn't do anything at our soup kitchen... Dammit I missed out. I know I said I didn't want to be much part of it, but I feel like I missed out on a detail there. I must run the footage of the day maybe I could sniff out the killer...

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