Dearest Lucy,
I apologize in advance if my handwriting is shaky. Not that my normal scrawl is easy to read on a normal basis, so it might be a challenge to read. I'm just a bit tired, admittedly. I was allowed out a bit and attempted to enjoy the day for once at your recommendation. Only an hour ago I was made aware of your letter; I didn't have time to read it until now, so I am hoping that they manage to get this in your hands very soon.
To answer your question, the last person that had visited me was the Commissioner. That was two months ago. I have yet to have another visitor. I also do care for Flo, you know. She has been invaluable in the past for hiding my habits and could have very well risked her job. Of course I care.
I'm surprised you don't have a lover. It's a good thing. An absolute shame. I had just expected that someone with your personality would have an easy chance of gaining one. People tend to be attracted to such individuals with bubbly personalities and lightness, it's almost as infectious as any sort of recreational drug. Even Inspector Dartwright, a man who only sees work as his priority, tried to make a move on you. You are probably very lovable.
That was a bit presumptuous of me, wasn't it? Sorry. How old are you? I suppose that's a question I should have asked back when our correspondence began. I'm twenty-nine, for your information, so you don't have to ask me later. I'm assuming because of the fact that you're new to the force that you must be at least older than 21, though not older than me. Around the age of the early twenties, I would presume. Best guess. 98.51% certainty.
Nevertheless, I find that I'm quite pleased at the usage of the Reconstruction Machine has been to your favor. Use the space of the Mystery Room as much as you'd like. "Territorial" as I may be, I would much rather have it be used than collect dust. It's really useful and well-used in your hands. The case you regaled to me was quite fascinating.
I will admit that killing for cash is ever so common within circles of the rich and a general motivator for crime. I am glad you caught the woman through very, based on what you told me, astute thinking. I assume Inspector Dartwright did not think of a melting weapon for he tends to have difficulty in seeing beyond the typical spectrum sometimes. It is his greatest weakness. He was always much more practical in his explanations-an invisible murder weapon must have turned his head. Haha. Perhaps he can learn a couple of things from you as much as you are meant to learn from him.
I'm happy for you, Lucy. You have a bright mind, I can only guess that it's been dulled by Dartwright. Not your fault, my dear. I would be able to do more, if I was out of here. Oh well.
To change topic, one of the nurses here gave me a muffin and I thought of something back when I was still out of rehab. Is the cafe around the corner still open? Jenny's? That place was delightful on my breaks. I used to order her famous Blueberry muffins with her freshly brewed coffee. I must admit, I miss the taste of it. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but it works well. As for her sweets...there was something about them that reminded me of my childhood, when my Dad used to take me out for treats. It's sentimentality, so perhaps they don't taste as well as I think, but nevertheless. The wafting smell of the bakery always reminded me of home. I can still remember the smell of walking in during a lunch break, Jenny being there, all cheers and smiles. It drew out the monotony of the day when the machine needed to cool down or if I needed a moment to think of the evidence in a different light. You should try it sometime. Are you allergic to anything? I am, luckily, not.
I do recall you expressing your deep interest of mystery. Do you enjoy anything in particular? I'm quite a fan of Sherlock Holmes. The original, however. Most, if not all, remakes disgust me. They don't quite nail his representation properly-though Sherlock from the BBC was quite a decent mark of closeness of character. I also am a fan to some of the movies that have been made, so I'm not quite a snob as I made my previous sentences sound. I'm much of a reader, if we're admitting things we enjoy. Well, I won't quite hear what you enjoy until after you get this letter. The rehab center doesn't quite have many books, though if I behave well enough, perhaps they'll allow me some.
Haven't quite had the inkling for cocaine for awhile, admittedly. Not since I've been speaking to you. Your presence, albeit far away, is doing wonders.
I must go and end this letter here. I would be remiss if I didn't finish it and allow it to go through the proper channels as to get to you as soon as possible.
Alfendi Layton
P.S. The sunshine was quite lovely. Just like you and your letters.
