Dr Warrock,

You’ve heard from me several times this week, about updates on evidence found at the scene of John Doe’s attack. I’m sure you’ve heard from other investigators, too.

If you’ve been paying any kind of attention to the details of this case, you’d know of mine and the prime suspect’s complicated history. I figured that you’d already had a slight hunch about the pieces of evidence you’d reviewed being planted some time after the crime. You’re an intelligent man, Dr Warrock- it’s for that reason that I feel somewhat humiliated writing to reveal what has already been solved.

You and I both know that the information you’ve been presented with is wrong. From the moment I got involved in this case, we knew something was going to go off course one way or another. At least I knew that, with my temper and all. It’s not out of line to assume that I am unfit to be a police officer. I can admit, now that I know I won’t be staying in this job for much longer, that I lied on multiple occasions about my “clean” criminal record. If I were truly a law abiding man, would I still be so well-connected? Would it still be a coincidence that I was the first person people would look to for personal details on reds dealers?

No, of course not. What I was doing wasn’t clean, but my intentions were good at heart.

Daniel was someone who went against my morals even as we were both criminals. We all lied, stole, vandalised and fought, and the majority did all of these things to protect themselves and their families. Perhaps someone closer could have gouged a better understanding of his logic, but anything Daniel did seemed to boil down to the same reason: to harm others. I hated, and still hate that mindset with all of my guts.

Two weeks ago, when I heard that he had recently moved near John’s address, I figured I was finally in a good position to throw him behind bars.

Unfortunately, it has caught up to me faster than everyone could figure it out- but again, it’s only fair that you know; to prevent any unnecessary work, if nothing else.

I trust that, in your capable hands, this case won’t suffer too greatly from the disruption caused in my haze of ignorance.

_Officer P. Joyce_