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Every day I wake up feeling like I’m dying inside.  I just want it all to end.  I can’t live like this.
     
    9/3/08- My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when the call came in for John’s body today.  Ben was going to take the call, but I volunteered.  It was incredibly difficult to try to keep calm and not look eager.  I haven’t been excited about anything lately.  It would have looked strange.
    Luckily, only one arm had been discovered by the time I got there.  I was able to get to the head and plant the fiber in the nose before anyone saw.  It’s not something they will be able to tie to anyone, but if they are able to link him to Justin, it will at least make them focus more on Ben.  Besides, the color of the fibers in my car is completely different.  It should definitely keep me from being focused on, even if Ben tries to send them in my direction, which I’m sure he would do.
    Well, as of now they have no idea who they found.  I thought for sure that it would have been an immediate connection, especially since Detective Wilcome is working the case, but I haven’t even heard his name mentioned once.
    I’m beginning to think the detective’s aren’t even close to as clever as I originally thought they were.  I don’t know exactly how I feel about that.
     
    9/4/08- As expected, the analysis of the carpet fiber didn’t do anything to lead the investigation.  Dr. Andrews was able to make a positive identification.  While I’m still freaking out, it is actually pretty amusing seeing how frantic everyone is right now.  Between the card and him being dismembered, there are all kinds of theories being thrown around.  I even heard someone talking about the prospect of a cult in the area.
    Detective Wilcome and Detective Matthews were talking about it when I walked into the homicide office today.  I heard them saying that unless they can find someone with motive, it would be very difficult to find out who’s responsible.  Or at least that’s the gist of it.  I guess that’s an upside to this whole thing.  The department is going to look really bad when this case remains unsolved.  Serves them right.  It’s their fault Justin died.  They deserve for people to see them as a problem instead of a solution.
     
    9/5/08- I must say, I’m loving just how freaked everyone at the station is right now.  It’s the card I left that has everyone in a near panic.  Although it was a stupid move taking him, leaving that was probably one of the best things I could have done.  All anyone can seem to talk about is the possibility of another man being taken.  It’s doing a better job of distracting them than I originally thought.
    It actually helps to ease my nerves.  There’s no way they will suspect me.  They will be looking for some psycho who takes pleasure in grabbing guys and killing them.
    I’ve been so worried about this that I haven’t slept in a week.  I think I might actually be able to tonight.  Might as well try.
     
    9/7/08- Dr. Gamboa suggested again today that I get a hobby.  Does he really think that if I take up gardening or knitting that it will make me feel better?  I told him I would consider it, but I think it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.  Nothing makes me feel better.  I’ve been throwing myself into work to try to distract myself, but it’s not working anymore.  I stood across the street from the station and just stared at the doors for twenty minutes before I could make myself go in.
    These people were supposed to be Justin’s friends.  His cancer may have taken him, but the department pulled the trigger.  I used to love my job.  I loved the work that I did and the people I did it with.  Now I live for the moments I don’t have to be there.
    I had a dream last night that I burned it to the ground.  I haven’t been that happy in a while.  Who knows, maybe I’ll actually do it.
     
    9/29/08- I know it’s been a while since I wrote last.