Infernal Infantiles

Episode 2:

Dear Diary:

Today, some jerks were accosting Heather, again. I told them to stop it. I punched them a bit, and one of them needed stitches. Heather likes me now. We are going out. My first girlfriend. Woo!!!

(Pathetic. Truly pathetic. Shit, this is not what I wanted to find. Ezekiel, why the hell is this chick so important to you? Shit, just the fact that she is your first? On the other hand, you sure as hell wasn't no attractive guy…)

Dear Diary:

Heather and I ate Chinese food. We didn't talk today, either.

( Is this… wait a second. How much time passes between these two entries? Could be a few weeks. Could be years. The ink from this entry is different from the ink from the last one)

Dear Diary:

Heather and I are through. She left me.

Shit, Zeek. Shit. I have a pretty good hypothesis now. He was so mad that his girlfriend left him, he killed himself. Helps explain the angry look. He said Ai, which sounds like I. Ai means love. It is completely plausible. But, I need to corroborate. I need to find this Heather girl.

It dawns on me. It IS a possibility. Could this Heather be the same as the Heather LT. Steele told me about? I check the photograph. No chance. A girl like her with a guy like HIM? She may be on the slutty side, but even I can tell she is WAY out of his league. Damn, I mean, wow. I'd hit that. I'd hit that over the ball park.

Here's the address I got. She must be here. A nice neighborhood. Not too ritzy, not too suburban. Almost has a country side feel to it. I ring the door bell. She answers. Nature has been TOO kind to her. A few crows feet don't take away from the fact that the lady has the face of an angel. Shit man, hide your boner.

I explain to her my business. I don't mention, however, that Ezekiel died of suicide. That sort of thing… you just don't go around saying willy nilly. Not in this business, anyway.

"Oh… Zekey… I… I am so sorry to hear you died,"-damn, even when she is crying she looks smoking hot. Hide that boner, man.

"So, you confirm that he and you were… involved?"- I ask.

"Yeah… after the show… It goes without saying but, I was… not very popular,"-quite the understatement. I checked. Heather had been voted number three of Realizine's Top 10 most hated people in Reality TV that year. The top two? A guy who dressed as Sasquatch, and some gold digging nigger. But I digress- "He was my only friend for a long time. Eventually, we hooked up,"

"So, when did you end that relationship, and why?"- Hide that boner, man. She's married.

"We dated, for about a year. We… we just became one of those bored couples, you know? He and I actually had too little in common. Eventually, we just didn't have anything we could talk about. I remember, before breaking up… I was starved for a conversation… I tried talking to him about his disappearing accent… I… he just brushed it off,"- shit, she's crying now. Don't know why.

One year had passed from between the relationship's beginning and end. This relationship began, by my calculations, about a year after the show ended. They hooked up by age 17, broke up by age 18. This was 15 years ago. This thread led me nowhere.

"He killed himself, didn't he?'- How did she know!!!??- "You are a suicide detective. A regular detective wouldn't ask me about how my relationship ended until after he or she asked me if he had any enemies."

This is one smart lady. Hehe. She could be my assistant any day. Or maybe, just my piece of ass.

"Did you read the whole diary he had? I remember he had one. He only wrote in it when something important happened. Like the day when he and I had our biggest fight. He wrote in it… didn't he?"-she asked.

"All he ever wrote was about how you two just ate Chinese food. He wrote that you two didn't talk that day,"-I respond.

"Yeah, maybe he didn't want to write about it. We… I mean… that was the day we both knew, that relationship was not going to last,"-she said.

In any case, my hypothesis has been thrown out the window. Shit. But I am not giving up.

"What kind of man was he? Why do you suspect he killed himself?"-I ask her.

"Well, he was always very nice to me. Even when we fought, he always watched what he said. He was a bit melancholy, a bit shy. In a way, he was always just gradually coming out of his shell. I liked him for that. I wish…"-she's crying again. After a while, you just kind of wish they stop crying over the lost one and get over it.

The Ezekiel she described does not fit the corpse I saw.

"How did he die?"-she asks. Never ask me that. Never ask someone how someone else killed himself. But… well, sometimes, you just have to.

"Bullet to the head,"-was the answer I gave her. No way am I gonna tell her how he looked when he died. So angry, almost full of hate.

Hate? Did he hate someone? That is an interesting hypothesis. He killed himself because he hated himself. Plausible. I need to check more evidence.

Heather told me that Ezekiel went to Alberta University. That is where I am going. I'm waist deep in this case…

To be continued…