Day 1 - Contemplation

My heart was racing, the sweat was running down me, it was too hot to sleep. Maybe I had been on the force too long maybe I was loosing it.
I never thought working in Nevada would be this difficult. I am originally from Ohio and in my late 20's even though I look much older than
I am I think that is one of the very few perks I have working as a Criminal Psycologist, this case was normal just your run of the mill murder case
I used to be a police officer with the force but quit since I liked working as a Criminal Psycologist better, I was invited to the crime scene just
a couple of days ago, I couldn't sleep and left my motel room at 6:00 Am and went for a walk, I came back around 7:45 Am this was normal since
I just couldn't sleep anymore, maybe my coffee adiction had won over me.

8:00 Am
Green Hill Motel.

This was the crime scene allright you could tell by the dingy lighting and the smell of urine, the window to the bathroom of room 6 was smashed
which was odd since room 10 is where the murder occoured, I stood there looking at the window thinking The suspect must have alot of rage to cause
extra damage, Detective come over here please, I said in a calm and collected tone "Maybe there is fingerprint's on the rock or stone which would of
caused that window damage, and while your at it Pinky look for any witnesess (His real name was George Harvester But He liked Pinky better)." Pinky and I were good friends
I felt like an outsider coming in from Ohio to Nevada he knew what it was like he was from a small town in Arkansas but was transfered here for a
promotion I think.


Walking in to the murder scene you could smell the smell of death lingering in the air, walking into the bathroom you could see the victim knew she was
going to die, which puzzled me even further how can someone accept they are going to die? She looked about 24, tall, thin
Blonde Hair. Looking at the body, I started to gag. I stepped outside, then my Police side kicked in... Storming into the Murder Scene I looked at the body
with a different view point like I was the killer, was he undesireable to women like her, but then something caught my eye The murder weapon! Pinky come here,
look at this, It had a note on it "If your reading this, then I would of done something terrible with it." Did the suspect know he was going to kill someone?
What was such a bizzare message doing on a common rock, the killer must have gone to great lengths to try and get some help, he carved the message in with what appears to
be a razor blade's markings. The long drive to my hotel room got me thinking, this is strange, but it is what happens most of the time.


10:00 PM.
Golden Condor Hotel.
Room 320.

Back at my hotel suite I fell to the floor, was it tiredness or exhaustion?...

3:00 Am
Golden Condor Hotel.
Room 320.

I woke up, sweating and in a state of trepidation. Nightmares always plauged me ever since my sister killed herself, this was one of the reasons I came to the Nevada Dessert
then it struck me, could this case just be a suicide made to look like a murder? It sent shudders no chills down my spine but the thing was if it was suicide what did the rock have to do with anything? I felt uneasy, I had stepped onto my room's balcony enough times before contemplating suicide, was it really that easy? Could a person just jump with no regard,emotion,regret?

I will have to get some real sleep. Maybe I will have a fresh perspective in the morning.