JP

That woman copper doesn’t like me.

I can see her beady little eyes sizing me up through the window outside the patients’ lounge. Her colleague, the sergeant, is bored, and dying to move on from all this. She’ll keep going. She’s a bloodhound, that one. She wants to sniff me out. And she’s smart. She has this whole sloth-like thing going on, but you can see her brain is working overtime, reading between the lines of everything I say, making connections where there are none.

No matter how much I say I’m sorry for what I’ve done, that I want to be punished, she doesn’t believe it. She thinks I have a cushy number here, sharing a ward with the cast of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

She won’t be happy until I’m in a proper prison.

She’s convinced I’m faking and that I deliberately went after McNamara. She suspects I knew what I was doing, but she can’t prove it. She’s looking for a motive and scratching her head because she can’t find one.

And she won’t, because I’m telling the truth.

No, really.

I’m telling the truth.

That’s all I have to keep saying.

I’ve been too clever.

And if they’re looking for people to come forward and tell them JP Carney’s secrets, they’ll be waiting a while.

It looks like Julie is being clever too. I wonder how long she’ll last?

There’s nothing linking me to Harry McNamara. As long as I stick to my story – I was overtaken by this blind rage, I didn’t know what I was doing, I just wanted to hurt somebody – everything will be okay.

The cops think I’m a loner and that I’ve nobody. I’m so close to getting what I want. Harry McNamara can’t possibly come through what I did to him. Even if he wakes up, he’ll be nothing like the man he was before. I hope I get to speak to Julie before then. I’ll be able to have an honest conversation again. That should be fun.