An Eight Letter from a Black Bird

Dear Osiris,

It pains me deeply to think you'd ever think of me as delirious. I almost want to send you the photo of that corpse. Nico has been pretty quiet recently. But, he always had been. I almost forgot about him at the Easter festival, but I think he wasn't there anyway. I didn't see him.

Is it strange that he is a womanizer, but also avoids social events?

Also, I dug into him more. He only started to seduce women after his sister died. That was also when the organ murders started. I am pretty convinced he is the one who murdered the women he seduced.

I hope Elias's trial is duressed into a good result. But, a cornered mouse bites the hardest.

The puppet has disappeared. I wonder where he went. He probably thought, now that I am better, he has no need to take care of me. To be fair, I'm quite disappointed, and miss him a little. But, I guess it's better to be outside tending to the gardens and wandering freely, than trapped in a small clamped room with a sick and delirious boy searching for a dead, rotting corpse.

I haven't been let out recently. The door in my room is always locked, unless Mother has an assignment for me. I guess she has been keeping track of my progress, even though I haven't been reporting to her. Does she think I have enough evidence now? Well, I don't. Even after I figured out what Nico is doing, what does she want me to do, kill him? Put him in jail.

I wouldn't dream of killing anybody except myself. (and maybe little birds and dogs.)

But, serial killers start with little animals anyway, so I suppose I am already to a good start. If Mother requests I kill somebody, I might be able to shoot them with my eyes closed.

Your theory is good, it makes sense. (or, enough sense in this bizarre case) I might have to jump off my third floor today, but I need to investigate nonetheless. I have a mental deadline for my case, in five days, by the end of your trial.

Good luck,

Easter.