Detective Vicki Cruz stared at the woman in front of her incredulously, "What did you say?"
"He's trying to kill me," Lucy repeated. "And before you think it...I'm not some basket case. I'm telling the truth. He threw a brick into my window last night with a note that said, 'I found you.' He knows I have his diary and he wants it back."
Vicki cleared her throat and opened the green leather journal. In it she found numerous entries from someone named O.
"This is insane," she whispered.
"That's what I thought too," Lucy nodded, her fingers wrangling with one another in front of her.
Vicki scrunched her eyebrows together in thought, "You said he's after you because he knows you have his diary. If that's so, how could he possibly have found that out?"
Lucy shrugged, "I don't know. The only thing I can think of is that I bought this desk at a rummage sale. It's a small town. There were a lot of people. Someone may have seen me. This journal was hidden in the desk."
"How long have you had this...diary?" Vicki asked, as she continued to scan the pages of the journal.
Lucy took a step back, "I just found it the other day. I wasn't sure what it was until I started looking through it."
"And all of a sudden he found you?" Vicki asked, her disbelief evident in her tone.
"Why would I lie about something like this?" Lucy said defensively.
"I'm not saying you're lying. This is just a lot of information to take in. So let's start from the beginning."
Lucy took a deep breath and began explaining how she bought the desk at the rummage sale. Then she lied and said that she found the journal recently as she was cleaning the desk. Someone broke her window and so she called the cops.
"That's quite a story," Vicki murmured.
"It's not a story. It's real. This is his journal."
"I believe you," Vicki stood up from the sofa and asked Lucy for a plastic baggie to put the journal in. "We'll take a look at the journal and see if we can pull any prints from it."
"What about my prints? My prints are probably on it...since I've touched it. Do you need a copy of them?"
Vicki shook her head, "Not necessary Ms. Hanson."
"Why not? You're not lying to me are you? You're really going to check for prints, right?"
"Of course I am. But getting your prints isn't necessary since they're already in our database."
Lucy gave her a puzzled expression and Vicki reminded her, "Your DWI...remember?"
Lucy blushed in embarrassment. How could she have forgotten?
"There's something else I'm curious about," Vicki said as she walked towards the door, "Why me?"
"I don't follow..."
"Why ask me to come? I thought you and Detective Lahr had been in touch. He mentioned you knowing his aunt."
Lucy looked away, "I just felt better talking to someone I didn't know very well. To stop the look."
"Yeah...the look. You know, when someone you know finds something out about you that's disappointing. They give you this look and then it's followed by them telling you how disappointed they are in you. I know Holden...I mean Detective Lahr has been searching for O. I've had this diary for a few days. I should've turned it in right away when I realized what it was."
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ConsumedMystery / Thriller
Confessions from a murderer. This is what Lucy Hanson uncovers after reading a journal she finds in a secondhand desk. She soon develops a dangerous desire to discover the identity of the journal's author. With the police hot on the killer's trail...