Sunday, October 18, 2009,
Chapter 27: Heart Attack
I plop in my chair casually and groan. “Christ, I want to quit!” Just then, James walks into my cubicle. “What is it?” I grumpily ask. Don’t tell me that fat mouth Denvers decided to tell the whole office I am the murderer?But I wonder. How did he deduce? I snap out of my daze and turn to glare at Evans. Getting up, I stomp out of the small, confined area and head for the meeting room.I grin. I love being schizophrenic. Dear, innocent Illy, twirling the police department around her finger.A black rose.
11:26 PM