July 20
I still don't know what I'm going to do. I didn't say anything about it today until I had a chance to look at the evidence myself and I was sure Mr. Shawn Spencer the Psychic was right.
Now I'm sure.
He's right.
But I still don't know what I'm going to do.
In his psychic vision…or whatever the heck it is he has…he said he kept seeing a little black book with the letter K.
And E.
And Q.
Now just try to picture him contorting his body into an E, a Q and a K like a cheerleader as he's telling me this, and you have an idea what I have to deal with when Mr. Shawn Spencer the Psychic has a psychic vision…
Anyway, he was right about the book. There was a black leather-bound address book in the victim's apartment.
In the K section was Ted Klein.
I looked into it and the victim and Chief Monosyllable worked together at the same precinct for a while. It also turns out that the victim was something of an IAB snitch who was about to name names in some very big investigations.
Investigations in which the name Ted Klein has been mentioned on more than one occasion.
Of course, just because Chief Monosyllable happened to know the victim doesn't mean he's a killer.
But Shawn also said there was something missing from the scene. Something only the killer would have taken.
I looked the photos over and walked through myself.
And he was right.
Something was missing.
The victim's cell phone.
It was on the counter in the crime scene photos, but when I went back it was gone. And it had never been checked into evidence.
The only person who could have taken it is Chief Monosyllable.
He's the only one who was at the scene alone.
Once I realized it was gone, I checked the records. We had already run the LUDs on the landline, but not on the cell phone. As it turned out, we should have run them earlier.
The last call the victim ever received was on the cell phone, and it was from Chief Monosyllable. Just a few hours before he died.
So, that's it.
Chief Monosyllable did it.
But what do I do now?
I'm barely hanging onto my job as it is, and if I bust the Department's new golden boy for murder…
I may not have to worry about being an interim Chief anymore.
July 21
I finally decided what to do.
On some level, I've know all along what I had to do. I just finally worked up my nerve today.
I had to bust Chief Monosyllable.
When I told Carlton, he actually seemed happy to find out Klein was a murderer.
Well, happy for Carlton.
But he wouldn't let me make the bust. He insisted on doing it himself.
At first, I wouldn't let him. But then I realized he was right.
They can't touch him.
He's not interim Head Detective.
He's not going anywhere.
Plus, I think he's secretly wanted to arrest Chief Monosyllable since day one.
July 22
Well, I did it.
I called Baby-Namer.
And, like I thought, Bill couldn't argue with me. After all, I called it.
It's mine.
Baby-namer.
Now the only problem is that I can't figure out which name I like…
It's a big decision.
But at least it's my decision now.
July 23
They're still pissed about Carlton busting their golden boy. I was right that they can't touch him, but they can transfer his partner, who happens to be one of the only other women in the precinct.
And who, if Mr. Shawn Spencer the Psychic is right, also happens to be Carlton's girlfriend.
So, that's what they did.
They transferred her.
They killed two birds with one stone. They got Carlton, and now I'm back to being the only female cop in this place.
Damn, they're good.
July 24
Now that I'm officially the Baby-Namer, I'm having trouble actually deciding on a name.
I just can't pick one.
There are at least fifty I like, especially for a girl.
I told Bill I'm having trouble.
"You know what name I've always liked for a girl?" he told me. "Iris."
Iris…
That's one I never considered.
I have to admit, I don't hate it.
I even kind of like it…
July 25
I hired a new detective today to be Carlton's partner.
I may still just be Interim Chief Vick, but I am sure as heck not going to be the woman cop in this precinct.
She's a transfer from Miami.
O'Hara.
A female detective.
That should piss them off.
And that's fine with me.