Feb. 4, 2010 - Our upstairs neighbors are dead.

After Lester was gone we called Weissman and he told us that the court date was set and Lester would receive official notice that he was due to appear before a Judge shortly.

And now our upstairs neighbors are dead.

They were slaughtered with a knife, with the same type of boning blade Willits found on Lester’s body when he was apprehended bringing home his dead deer.

Could this be a coincidence?

Yes, possibly.

But when you consider that a dead finch (the same variety of bird Lester gave to Juliet less than a week ago) was found laying on our doorstep when we exited our apartment this morning (long before the Police arrived and found our neighbor’s bodies), that’s all the evidence I need to deduce the obvious…

Lester Buckingham, after receiving notice that we were to meet him in court, traveled back to San Francisco (however the hell he travels, I have no idea—or maybe he never left San Francisco in the first place?  But then, how did he receive his notice??) and he fulfilled my wife’s bitter wish that Mister and Misses Green upstairs would be quiet… permanently.  

Now I have no idea how Lester knew about our problems with our upstairs neighbors, perhaps he’s been spying on us?

And why he didn’t kill us instead of them, I can only speculate.  Maybe he preferred us to feel morally culpable in our neighbor’s death than for us to be dead ourselves.  Maybe he views the anguish we now feel to be a fitting punishment, equivalent to the anguish he feels at the prospect of losing his home.

I am with my laptop at the Police Station and we are being interviewed one by one by the District Attorney’s office.  June has already been interrogated and now it’s Juliet’s turn.

I can not imagine my poor daughter’s terror.  If Lester Buckingham intended to trump us, he has succeeded.  

Juliet’s innocence is no doubt gone.  She will never look at a stranger the same way again.  She will inevitably have nightmares about this for the rest of her life.  His ugly violence will be her psychological legacy and I hate him for tarnishing her like that.

June and I will obviously not be sleeping at home until this creepy animal is caught.  Since no doubt Lester is capable of great deception and could be reading this blog to ascertain our location, I will not mention where we plan to spend the night, not even what city, and since this case is sure to grab headlines, and since the information I am writing in this could possibly be grounds for a mistrial later-on (even though all names have been changed, even names of places, if a juror should read it and put it all together...), I will cease to write more until Lester is caught and I am assured by a legal representative that continuing to publish this is not ill-advised.