July 24 – Couldn’t stop thinking about Jelkis all last night.  Didn’t get any sleep.  Part of it was me feeling bad for the guy, but there was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on.  I think I was dozing off around 4 this morning when I remembered.  The night of the Starling murder.  Me and Jelkis were securing the rest of the house.  We were upstairs, walking down a hallway, Jelkis is cracking wise about what an ugly house it is, probably they’ll bulldoze it and good riddance, that kind of thing, just keeps yammering away because that’s Jelkis.  Not known for his stealth.  Anyway, he’s blabbing away when all of a sudden he lets out this yelp.  Damn near shot him, scared the hell out of me.  He’s looking down at his leg and there’s this big wood splinter jutting out of his calf.  Tore right through his pants leg.  I asked him what the hell happened, tell him he needs to be more careful.  He blows me off, yanks the splinter out and tosses it down the hall and keeps yappin’ away.  I honestly don’t know how he could have gotten that piece of wood stuck in his leg in the first place.  I was right beside him and it was a wide hall, wasn’t anything to bump into.  Didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now. . .I want to ask him if the leg they cut off is the same one he got that wood stuck in but probably not the best time. . .

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