Finch merely nods.
We’re getting off track.
“Can we keep going, Dan?” I ask.
“I’d like to,” he grumbles. “So, I’ve noted the entries with the same dates as the social media shit. If you look at the journal entry from June 22”—we all turn our pages—“she’s writing about someone with the initials DF in the journal.”
“Dylan Forrester,” the captain interjects.
I take a minute to read her journal. In it, she goes into detail about Dylan’s, um, prowess in bed—or lack thereof. From her details, he wasn’t good.
“Yep.” Dan nods. “Now, turn to the Twinker posting on the same day.”
We all turn to the other packet. I flip pages until I get to the one dated June 22.
Kara @beautifulbecker
#speedkills Be warned, @dylanforrester is faster than a speeding bullet. Don’t bother, ladies.
8:08 AM – Jun 22
Dan continues, “Now, look back at February 18.”
We all flip through the pages. I go ahead and do the same with the social media pages.
I read both and say, “She’s talking about someone named Bryant Falco.”
Kara @beautifulbecker
#takingonefortheteam If any of you are interested in @bryfalco as a sexual partner, don’t bother. #tinydick
“Harsh.”
Ignoring the captain’s remark, I ask, “Do we know who this Falco is?” As I look around the room, the only thing I see are heads shaking. “Let’s find him and anyone else she targeted in this shit.” As I flip through the pages, I glimpse a “Q” and a “u” and I instantly know it was about Quinn. I probably shouldn’t read it, but I open the journal packet anyway.
What is the deal with Quinn Fat Maxwell? Everyone loves her. Why? She’s stupid, plain, and her clothes are U-G-L-Y. I guess everyone likes to root for the loser. But not me. She’s going down.
I note the date and search her social media for the same day.
Kara @beautifulbecker
Hey, people—stop feeling sorry for the fat girls. Instead, encourage them to eat a damn carrot once in a while. #fatlivesdonotmatter
“Jesus,” I mutter. “What a fucking bitch.”
“Told ya,” Dan says with a small chuckle. “We should check out all these people she slammed on here. I bet it pissed off quite a few.”
“I bet you’re right.” Turning to Finch, I smile. “Guess what you get to do?”
“Already making a list of names to check out.”
“Keep in mind this journal was only from the last year,” Dan points out.
“She may have another one at home.” Turning to Billings, I say, “Captain, we need to check out Kara’s home. Will Mr. Becker let us search her bedroom?”
He nods. “I think so. I’ll talk to him when he stops in later.”
“Great.” I look at Dan. “As soon as we get the thumbs-up, we should head out there.”
