Chapter 32: Right There

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 It all makes sense now. I know exactly what to look for when it comes to all the hints. I know what to look for specifically when it comes to all the diaries. And at the same time, I have to construct a special plan to get them to confess. 

I have to make it so that the pressure is so intense that they crack. It's only a matter of constructing the perfect scenario so that I can get a confession. I don't plan on telling Mason who I suspect though, because Arjun is my main priority. I need to convey all my worries to him in regards to this case.

"Arjun, I got something, and you need to listen," I send, as I eagerly wait for a response. I'm dying to tell Arjun what I've found so far. I just need someone who will listen and who will not judge my thoughts and conspiracies. 

Not long after I send that, I get a response. "Go for it. I'm all ears." 

Without wasting another second, I start to type my entire conspiracy theory. I detail all the evidence that I've found that supports it, from the diary entries, memories, and autopsy. I type everything, every little piece, until I have several paragraphs typed out. 

At the end, my fingers are aching, and so is my mind from all the information exhausted, but it's the way that I want it structured. Without another moment of hesitation, I hit the "send" button, and wait for him to read the entire thing. In the meantime, I open up a YouTube tab to watch some random videos, because that's all that comes to my mind to ease it. 

Thankfully, I go through only one video and find the reply to my email. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. You're probably right." I can't help but slightly smile, knowing I'm right most of the time, but that smile is quickly wiped off of my face when I remember what I have to do. I have to make a game plan. It's going to be meticulous, but I know what I have to do. I have to convey everything necessary to Mason in order to catch the true culprit. 

That's going to be a bit of a challenge, but I'm willing to take it on. It's just the amount of prepwork that's needed to make this work in some sort of way is looking really overbearing, but it's something that I can't handle. After all, if you're not motivated, then you won't get any shit done in life.

"Mason, you have those small notebooks that you got from work, right?" I ask, as he ladles on some food for me.

 "I think so. I told you that I'd be stocking up on them just in case you needed them." I breathe a slight sigh of satisfaction, as I start to eat up my food. 

"What do you need the notebooks for, Ashmita?" Sarah asks, as she continues to eat her food. 

I continue to eat, and say, "Oh, just for some extra notetaking. I filled up everything else in my other notebooks, and I don't have a lot more information left to take notes on. I just thought I'd have something small so that I don't have to open a whole new notebook only for it to be half used." Sarah nods, and Nathan looks at me this time. 

"Yo, Ashmita, can you drive me to my friend's house? He's having a party and Dad's probably going to be at work." 

"Yeah, of course. I have some stuff to do as well, so I can kill some time and do some work." Nathan smiles, as I continue to eat my food. I just have to check one more thing, and make sure that I'm correct. Then, everything will lay out exactly how I want to.

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I spend the next 45 minutes reading the autopsy. I make sure to not skip out on any details, because everything matters at this point. I just need to find out exactly what I'm looking for in specifics, because I've got theories that can be confirmed. With all the possibilities for suspects, if I find the pieces that I'm looking for, then I know exactly who did it. 

"Okay, stab wounds, markings, nails..." I think to myself, as I flip through the pages of the report. I look at the part where it mentions markings, droppings, nails, and the whole gist of it. I look through to find what I'm looking for. So far, it seems like I'm trying to find a grain of sand in a bowl of beads. I have to read every word meticulously to find out what I need to corroborate the evidence. 

After reading through everything, I find it. I find the set of words that tells me the person did it. It's almost like someone is holding a sign that says, "Free water!" in the middle of the desert. After reading even further, there's even more evidence that the person I'm suspecting killed my mother. 

Once I read this, I'm sure of it. I know exactly who killed my mother, and I know that I have to bring this person to justice. I just have to lay out a game plan.

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I spend the next hour laying out a game plan. With my knowledge of criminology, thanks to double majoring, I have an idea how to make the person crack. Mason may think that I'm crazy for the scheme that I'm going to pull, but I know exactly what I'm doing. I flip another page in my notebook and start to note down everything that I can when it comes to this. But, then I remember that I have those little notebooks. 

Honestly, this little list can wait. I pick up the little notebooks and continue to write whatever I have to in them. I know that it's going to take a while, but it will all work out in the end. All I can say is that I'm ready to put this plan into action. 

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