Figured Out

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March 4, 2015

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about Bruno's intuition about Wyatt, Justin, and the others in the department. He's never really suspicious about anything or anyone, so this was a red flag to me.

I was in my office, doing something that I have never done before. I searched up Wyatt and Justin's birth certificates, which everyone's are on file, excluding their social security number, but included all of their personal information.

I first looked up Justin's birth certificate. When uploaded completely, his birth certificate was written in what appeared to be German.

I questioned myself, on why did he move to America? I followed up on some more research and the evidence was vivid and disturbing. Justin was under a list as a drug trafficker in Germany.

I was shaking...shaking in absolute fear. I went into my boxes, which I was still unpacking, and searched through the information I had on the Jones'. When I found the paperwork, their blood stream was full of drugs.

I quickly moved my search to Wyatt. He was born in Quebec, Canada on November 10. His first language was French and learned English in grade school. He later moved to Italy for about three years, where he was convicted but later was set free on rape accusations. He was also....convicted for murder. He served about 5 months in an Italian prison before escaping and coming to the United States. This explained why everytime the one killer approached me, they were very....sexual toward me. It was Wyatt. This was all starting to make sense. Wyatt and Justin were the killers.

But they were too kind to do that. How could they possibly get away with a murder? Walk away so swiftly from it? I wasn't sure, I was only speculating it.

I had to study them. What one of them has a cut on their left arm, when I sliced one in my home. Wyatt was a Scorpio, and the killer had a Scorpio Zodiac on their knife. It was for sure.

But why would they beg me to come back? To catch them? Or..

To set me up...for failure...once again.

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