It's Just Me

Never to be Solved

 I should have known it was a bad idea, but that didn't stop me.

 As I flipped through his notebook, I realized just how far down this was. It was the entire thing, right here. The plot to kill Martin How. And I was the only outsider. I had to do this. Fast. I flipped through the book, taking pictures of the critical information, and pausing only to look at the gruesome pictures. After finally finishing, I set the book down, and quietly left the warehouse. 

When I woke up tomorrow, I had to hurry. Swinging my legs over the bed, I set up my board, grabbed the red string and started adding pins, looping the string around each one carefully. After finishing I called Nita and Pippa, telling them I needed help with a project. When they got over, I gave them the board and grabbed some pencils and paper while Pip fixed her recording setup. She then asked, "What are we naming it," with an unreadable expression. "Season Four, The ploy of the paper Boys," I said, grabbing a chair. And so, we started. Soon the podcast was ready to upload. I started reaching for the submit button.

 "And you are sure that's all you remember, Mrs. Andrews? Nothing more, nothing less," The doctor asked. "That's all for today, I'm afraid. I am, after all, eighty one doctor Gary, and it's just me," I said. "Alright, I'll see you next week, and remember to write your recounts in the notebook. I know It may be useless, but there's only so much we can do seeing you have dementia," he said. "yes, yes, now I'd better get going," I said, sliding off the table. As I walked out the door I smiled at the police man, the very one, who in fact was the one I'd wrote all those podcasts about, reported all those papers and sent out on all the newspapers. Jane Biggs, the man who killed Martin How.

 I may have dementia, but I too have a notebook.