Entry 3

Night had fallen and the city was quiet. Linh was on the couch watching TV. She had been at work all day, and her brain was fried from reviewing the case over and over again. This was her way of relaxation. She took a sip of her milk tea and wiped her face.

Linh suddenly snapped out of her daze quickly when she heard footsteps in the hall. They weren't particularly loud stomps, but it was late at night, so any noise was amplified. Then, there was a ruffle of clothing and a sliding of paper. She held her breath as the unknown figure walked away. When she could no longer hear them, she crept quietly to the door to see an envelope. She picked it up, hoped it wasn't anything dangerous, and broke the seal. Inside was a note:

I heard you're the police detective overlooking the Mr. Evans case. I have something to tell you. Please come to my room. It's room 2 on floor 2 in the West building. 

Jose

Linh new about Jose as she occasionally saw him walking to work at the bar as she was walking home from work, but besides that they had no interactions. She took a deep breath, and even though it sounded fishy, she had to take the risk for her career and for the truth. She looked in the mirror right beside the door before she left. Jose was the most attractive man in town.

Ugh, this is for work. Not a date, she thought to herself.

She rode the elevator and walked to his room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He opened up instantly.

"Hurry inside," he loudly whispered. Flustered, she ran in. 

Jose slumped on the couch.

"Everything is driving me crazy," Jose said, "I am too scared to leave my house, but I have to because of work or I'm going to get kicked out of apartment."

Linh tried to focus on his distress instead of his looks. "Tell me what happened, Jose."

He looked around. "On the night of Mr. Evans' death, I was headed to work the 12 to 3 shift at my job, so I waited for the elevator to come. When the doors slid open, there was Mr. Evans and a suspicious figure in a mask." He was really shaken up. "I didn't get a good look at anything because before I knew it, the person hit me upside the head and knocked me out."

Linh was shocked. "What time was this around?"

"12:10ish" Jose said, "I was running a bit behind because I napped and overslept."

Linh gasped. If this was around midnight, this must've been the witnessing of Mr. Evans before his death.

"Why didn't you report this earlier?" Linh asked. She distinctly remembered Jose being called to the station.

"Because Lamar gives me bad vibes. The way he is so adamant about this case... I felt like if I spoke up, he'd go nuts or... like... accuse me."

Linh understood where Jose was coming from. Lamar was intimidating, but he was still being a bit suspicious. 

"Is there any proof of the event?" she asked. "Not that I don't believe you or anything."

Jose sighed, paused, and then pulled the hair that covered his forehead back. There was a giant, purple knot. He was telling the truth.