I went home late that night. I still had the notebook and spent the rest of the night reading it. Ozzie's life played out like some kind of soap opera, I guess. I mean I never met anyone whose life is as action filled as he writes in his notebook. I'm sure that most of the things in the book has been stretched but, according to what I got out of it, he's just like me. He's in love with someone but he can't tell anyone and he feels like he doesn't belong with any group. Unlike me, the person he's in love with loves him back.
Anyway, this morning, Nigel and I stood in a hall of an expensive apartment building. Nigel hacked into some database and got Marla's address. I knocked on the door and waited for Marla to answer. The notebook was in my bag and I'm hoping she wouldn't tell her parents or Woody that Nigel took it. Nigel had a bigger problem with me bringing it but I couldn't blame him. I was about to tell Nigel that we should leave when Marla opened the door. She wasn't wearing anything but a short nightshirt.
"Oh, it's you. What can I do for you?" Marla asked rudely. Her manner changed since the last time we talked.
"Can we come in? Um, we need you to answer some questions." I asked.
She rolled her eyes, sighed, then moved out of the doorway and allowed us to come in. Her apartment looked really fancy and way out of both Nigel's and I budget. Nigel whispered to me that her father must had paid for it because she doesn't work. I wonder how he would know that but I thought better of it. It took Marla some time to get into the living room, so I thought she was getting dressed. Well, she wasn't. When she came into the living room, she was still wearing the same short nightshirt and she fell into an overstuff chair in a very unladylike fashion.
"What do you want now?" She asked.
"Do you mind to cover up or something?" Nigel proposed.
"My place. What do you want?" She asked again. I took out the notebook and handed it to her. "What's this?"
"Ozzie's journal. I need to ask you a few questions about it. First off, Ozzie wrote about a person about a hundred and fifty times. He calls that person S but he doesn't say if S is male or female. Do you know who S is?" I asked.
"Wait. This was in a draw in Ozzie's room. I know my parents wouldn't give this to you." She said as she stood up.
"Well, you're right. They didn't give it to us. I, um, I kind of took it." Nigel explained.
"This is stealing and I'm going to call Detective Hoyt. Get out of my apartment!" She yelled.
"We just need to know who S is. In his last entry, he writes that he was afraid of losing S and that their relationship would hurt your father's career. Who is S?" I asked as she opened the front door.
"I don't know. Talk to Abby Osborne. She was close to Ozzie also. Now, get out." She said, sternly.
Nigel and I looked at each other and left without the notebook. We headed back to the office and waited to hear from Woody.