Log for: As Real As Sewer Gators

That could have gone much better. I'm wondering how long it will be before Jude asks if I've got an inoperable brain tumor. He must think I'm losing my bloody mind. But what else am I to do? I hate to admit it, but I think there's more to this case than what first appears. I don't think these were suicides. I really, really don't. I'm going to hold Jude to his word. He's going to work this case with me for the next week as though it were a serial homicide. If we find something, we'll work until we solve it. If we don't, we'll tell Marx to take his case elsewhere.

I hope we find something. I'm sure Jude's figured this out about me already, but I don't want to believe that three mothers dedicated to their families would just up and kill themselves. Family should be stronger than that. Their faith aside, their love for their husbands and children should have been stronger. I don't think they were depressed. I don't think they killed themselves. I'm going to find out who did.

I don't want to believe that it could come to that. There has to be some hope. I am not sad and lonely. My partner needs to stop projecting his feelings of loss on to me.