September 2
Dude! Gus is a genius! I knew there was a reason I kept him around, apart from his encyclopedic knowledge of stuff no one else cares about.
He came over to make sure I left the apartment today, and when I told him about Lassie and the case he asked the most obvious, brilliant question ever.
"Since when does Lassiter making an arrest mean the case is solved? Lassie always gets the wrong guy. What makes you think this time is any different?"
Of course! Why didn't I think of that?! Lassie got the wrong guy!
I'm back on the case again….again!
I didn't call Jules today. Or yesterday. I feel kinda guilty.
Is that weird?
September 3
I spent all day at Psych, going over all the crime scene photos again. So far, I can't find anything to make me think Lassie has the wrong guy. It seems pretty straight forward.
From what Jules said (I called her today to assuage my guilt…) they busted some local crackhead who has a history of burglary to support his habit. He even assaulted a guy once. It's not a stretch to think he's capable of murder. He has no alibi for the time of the murder, he was seen near the building, and he had some of the stolen items. Seems like a slam dunk.
Damn.
Maybe Lassie did win this one after all.
By the way, the use of the word assuage was brought to you by the Word of the Day calendar Gus got me for Christmas.
I guess it's not such a sucky gift after all.
September 4
Okay, Doc. Since you're reading this and since you were there, I don't have to tell you that you were mean today.
Just because I skipped a week of sessions and didn't tell you.
Or return your phone calls.
You didn't have to get snippy.
You also didn't want to talk about my dad. You just wanted to talk about me. What's up with that? When do I start blaming my parents?
September 5
I ran the case past Dad. He can't find anything, either.
Did Lassie really win this one?
He thought the broken vase was a dead end, but there's still something about it I can't let go of.