Diary of a Crazy Person - Part II
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A water damaged piece of paper, next to a piece of gray gum on the ground, had some writing on it that said:
How lonely lies Jerusalem, once so full of people! Once honored by the world, she is now like a widow; The noblest of cities has fallen into slavery.
The detective in charge handed the note to a uniformed officer and walked away toward a woman and asked her:
Did you find anything?
She looked at him, pursed her lips to one side and shook her head. The detective let out an audible sigh and started to talk again.
We found another note...be on your toes Diane...he has unfinished business.
The detective looked at the ground and started to walk away.
I will. Thank you.
The woman turned around and left.
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Monday 28th, September:
I was assigned today on a special task force to bring him down. I can't believe he has become so much trouble. I have to keep this diary in case he gets to me before I can give my successor the information. If he doesn't then this diary will at least be someone I can trust to talk to. That bastard is still out there. He's getting better at hiding his tracts. The detective only found a scrap of paper this time.
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Diane was walking back to her apartment one evening when she felt a heavy load on her shoulder. The feeling continued and she realized she was being followed. She wanted to shake the person, so she went into a store. She pushed the door and heard the bell at the top ring. A few steps into the store, and the bell rang again. She turned and looked back to see who had entered the store. It was an old lady in a purple sweater pushing the door with her cane. She let out a slow sigh and grabbed a pack of gum off the shelf. She paid for it and left. Continuing down the road she heard footsteps eerily close to her. Not wanting to look back, she kept walking. Perhaps she heard the echo of her own footsteps. She increased her speed ever so slowly. So not to seem desperate to get away. The footsteps kept the same pace. It couldn't be hers. It didn't sound threatening, but they were becoming louder. The proximity of the footsteps seemed to be closer, yet the speed remained the same. She got so overwhelmed that she threw caution to the wind, turned around and ran toward the footsteps. She saw a man in a hoodie and glasses see her running towards him, but he could not react in time. Diane went for the man's testicles. She punched him...hard. He went down and she locked the man in a Kimura. The man was writhing in pain, but he managed to push out the words
I'm an officer.
The voice pushed out of him with all the energy he could muster. Diane let go of his arm. He stayed on the floor still in pain from the assault.
Why were you following me? Asked Diane furiously.
The chief was worried so he assigned me to keep an eye on you in case Lawrence came around and you needed help. I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy.
Diane looked at him and said
Does it look like I need help?
The officer shook his head as he slowly got up still holding his groin.
Stop following me. I don't need a babysitter who can't even protect his own balls.
She said this and stormed off. The officer leaned against a wall and exhaled slowly. She was right, but so was the chief. A murderer was on the loose. He could be anywhere. The number of bodies that kept turning up was crazy. How can one man outsmart some of the brightest minds in law enforcement. He has to get sloppy eventually. But will it be worth it? Catching a washed up serial killer after he piles more bodies than a teenage gamer.
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One morning she walked past a dusty, old, abandoned car with the words "Wash me" scribbled on its windshield. It amused her that despite a murderer being on the lose people still found the time to do childish things. She went into the precinct and saw a little girl swinging her legs back and forth on a chair in the waiting area. It stuck to her. She had seen many children in the waiting area before, but this child got her attention. She walked back to talk to her. She stooped down and asked the little girl why she was here.
I lost my puppy.
A lost puppy. Routine work. The officers deal with it every day. Diane stood back up and told the little girl:
Don't worry sweetheart we'll find him.
The little girl managed to curve a tiny smile on her face. Diane smiled back, turned and walked to her office. As she sat down her door opened and the detective came in.
You saw the kid in the entrance?
Yeah, she lost her puppy.
Not just her puppy.
Diane looked puzzled. Fearing the response she asked:
What else did she lose?
Her mom's missing. We suspect Lawrence has something to do with it.
Diane put her face in her palms and dragged it down. She sucked in some air and asked:
Why is she here? Doesn't she have a dad?
No. He died a couple months ago in a car accident. She doesn't have any immediate family members close. We had to bring her here.
She stood up, looked out her window and saw the child still swinging her legs on a chair twice her size.
Does she know her mom is missing?
No. She thinks it's just her puppy.
Diane let out a long audible sigh. She turned and looked at the detective.
Keep it that way. If she asks about her mom, tell her that she is personally looking for the dog.
So you want me to lie to her?
Yes.
It's bad enough we're keeping here here, I don't think
Diane shouted at him
So you rather tell her that her mom is cut open in some alley with dogs eating what's left?
The detective shook his head and left. Diane looked out the window again and saw the child crying. It broke her heart. She went to comfort her.
Why are you crying honey?
I miss my puppy.
Don't worry. We are doing our best to find him. Actually, your mom is out there leading the hunt!
No. My mom hates him. He always peed on the carpet and she would take him out when he did that. She's probably happy that he's gone.
I don't think so. She knows you love him. Do you need anything?
The little girl shook her head.
I'll be right back. I'll go get you some candy.
Mom says candy is bad.
Not the candy I eat. It can be our little secret.
Diane winked and smiled at the little girl. The little girl wiped her watery eyes and smiled.
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