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[Left on the pillow next to December in the early hours of the morning.]

December,

I hated leaving, but I've got to get to work and probably shouldn't wear the same clothes two days in a row. Just don't think it's because of you.
I hope you slept well, or at least slightly better than before. I'll see you soon.

always yours soon

Mickey

[Letter left for Detective McKinnon at the front desk. Contains the front page article regarding Eric Martens' arrest and a note. At the bottom is a red lipstick kiss mark.]

You didn't have to go get this guy just to impress me. Flowers would've sufficed. Insufferable points are going down. Just a little.

The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

I still feel like there’s someone following me. I’ve been feeling like that for weeks but I never see who it is. Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe it’s just my imagination. I have admirers but I’ve never felt so odd about locking my door or looking over my shoulder.

I never fucking hurt him. I didn't pull the trigger, I didn't ask anyone else to pull the trigger. I didn't even know about it! Yet I've heard twice now, people wanting to give me the gorey details, like it's my fault. Not even Jason thinks it is. He doesn't blame me in the slightest. Apparently they do. And who gives either of them the right to attack me like that? To come at me, when it's none of their business in the first place? Both of them seemed panicked that I'm in his life, though honestly? I don't think it is because of the shooting, I think it's because they're jealous. I think that he collects people who can't handle it if they aren't the sun in the goddamn sky in his life.

The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

Dear Charlie,

There was this time when I was maybe twelve – it was long after Clara and Daddy adopted me – when I was jealous. You and Jason had found Dodge and were spending all your time with him and it was hard at first to track you down. I had to go to school, I had this family I had to learn to be a part of but then I’d find you two and you’d be off being best friends with some stupid boy in a stupid hat and you were all so happy and I thought you didn’t need me anymore. At twelve, that made more sense than it probably does now.

The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

Where did it all go? Where is all my money? There is still some left, my accountant has the number written down somewhere, but for it to have run out this easily is absurd. I earned that money. I earned this penthouse and now the money is near gone and I need more. Mr Felton is good for the agency but taking outside revenue of his is impossible. Anyone in the agency is impossible. I need to find another source. I'll start the hunt tomorrow.

This is not how I wanted it to be.

It’s a good idea. It really does have potential and she is very, very good at what she does. There’s a market for this, something I’ve not tapped into yet, but there could be potential.

Of course though I’m a thief. A damn good thief. The best thief in this fucking city, but this isn’t the same kind of taking. Hell it’s not taking at all, it’s giving someone something that’s a load of shit.

She should have just gone to Huck directly. That’s his game.

Roy,

This is not the first of these that I have written, though I hope it will be the last. If it is, it means that it is in your hands, and that I can finally discard the sheaf of old attempts that begin, of course, with ‘Sergeant Grady’. It will be strange to know you without that title, but in the best of ways, I believe.

This morning, all hell broke lose.

I never would've pegged her as the type to cuddle up when she slept. But then, chances are pretty good that she doesn't know it either. What a night. Morning coffee's not quite so bitter when you're sharing it with someone, the yard's less washed out in the light, less faded when there's someone walking it with you.

I didn't even know I was lonely until I wasn't any more.

"When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"

I was fast and this time I was able to make it without having to stop. I needed to get away. I was only watching from a distance because I thought the candles were pretty, flickering their lights here and there, to and fro along the dark of night.

No, really I’m fine. I don’t need that. It’s just a black eye. I’ve had worse.

What were you asking me again? What happened? We were praying and then the sky started raining metal. Yes metal rods. No don’t look at me like I’m insane. How did I get the one cop who only came to the hospital first.

No, seriously. My leg is not hurt it’s just like that. That’s how I walk. No I do not need you to look at me more. I’m fine. Tend to someone who needs it.

I don't remember much, really, except a lot of blood...one minute I was praying, the next minute there were bodies on the ground, everyone was screaming...the woman next to me, she looked like she'd been impaled with the pipe from quite a ways away...it had to have had a lot of speed to make the impact it did. Oh God...everyone was covered in blood, and then I was running, everyone was running, trying to save themselves.

Metal falling from the sky. People dead. People wounded. Church-going people. All the good people.

What a terrible thing to have happened. The city decrying it as an atrocity.

I was just sitting there drawing -- no, I don't need a blanket, I'm fine -- I wasn't doing anything except d-drawing the people and then there was this... this sound and there was screaming a-and this guy just... I don't really remember after. I was screaming. I thought I was going to die. I ran. I fell. T-t-this woman found me. We were running. This pipe almost hit us. Could... could only wrap it up. I don't know where she is now. I saw a friend. He sat with me. Brought me to the paramedics. My sketchbook is still out there.

I don't know what happened. I don't know why. All this death...who would do this? Who would do anything like this? I...my mother...do you have to take her away so soon? I'm sorry. I just...I apologize. I need a moment.

I was in the park, there because I go to church on occasion, and saw they were having the vigil. I didn't see anything important. Nothing that could help. I only know one minute everyone was standing there, and the next there were projectiles falling from the sky. I've seen shrapnel do similar things before, but this was different. When I saw it, it was soldiers, people who signed up for this. These were innocent people.

My name is Nathaniel Konovich. I was passing by the park - after the event. I saw nothing - just the injured. I heard screams. I saw nothing unusual. Whilst I would like to help the police with their enquiries, I have nothing of any use to add to my statement. I was merely a passer by.