A week went by and I still couldn't find anything to explain why Ozzie killed himself, The Livingsten already had his funeral and invited all of us from the morgue and Woody. Afterwards, we all went back to the Livingsten's home for diner and to morn. Marla was there but she wouldn't talk to us or Woody. I didn't push her for answers, so I just stayed with Nigel or Lily. Woody did tell us, though, that she wasn't a suspect anymore since I said the death was a suicide. I did notice, however, that Nigel did go missing at one point during the day at the house. Finally, we left and I still couldn't get my questions answered. Tonight, I decided it was a good idea to forget about Ozzie Livingsten's case and focus on my other cases. I was looking over another file when a marble notebook fell on my desk.
"Look at what I found." Nigel said as he sat down at his desk.
"What is this?" I asked as I flipped through the pages.
"Ozzie Livingsten's journal." He answered.
"You took this out of their house?"
"Yep. I went into his room when no one was looking and went searching. They had his room made up like some kind of historical site or something. Everything is in their place like he'll walk right through the front door. I think that's unhealthy." Nigel explained.
"If everything is in it's place, then wouldn't his parents know it's missing?"
"Bug, where's your sense of adventure? Anyway, look at this," Nigel said as he took the notebook and turn to the middle, "this is a couple of weeks before he died. Here, read this."
"I don't know what to do anymore. I know that I'm young and still in high school but I can't take it anymore. S loves me and I love S more than anything in the world. I need to get away with S before my parents find out about us. S wants me to tell my parents about our relationship but I can't. It will hurt my father's career. I told S about it but S doesn't think I care about the relationship. Mom's coming." I read then looked at Nigel, "Who's S?"
"I guess we will have to find that out tomorrow." Nigel said smiling then left so I could read the rest through the rest of the notebook.