Journal According to Jack Noonan.

I was on my daily rountine lolling in my office when the phone rang incessantly. I picked up the phone immediately and came across a familiar voice. The voice was feeble and I could hardly decipher what she was talknig about. I soon realise that it was Mary Maloney. She called to report that Patrick was dead. I was aghast after hearing what she said.
Swiftly, I gathered my team of detectives and set off right away. I could not believe that Patrick, a man who was venerated by all the members of the department, would be killed. After we arrived at his house, we embarked on our investigation. Me first step into the house and I saw Patrick sprawled on the ground. My heart broke into smithereens instantaneously. There were small patches of congealed on Patrick's head. Mrs Maloney was woebegone as she sat dolorously on the sofa awaiting our arrival. As my colleagues went on with their work, I went up to Mrs Maloney and placated her. I interrogated her in the meantime and she seemed to be too distraught to reply me fully and talked to me diffidently.
After much solacing, she was still bereaved. I knew it was ungodly to continue harping on the matter and I left her to her own device. My team of detectives conclude that Patrick was hurt by a long big blunt object. We foraged for the weapon around the permises but to no avail. Soon, we were persuaded to eat a delectable lamp chop which was prepared for Patrick's dinner. However, we still savoured the lamp chop. While eating, we realised that the lamb chop is the weapon for the murder. I felt preposterous as we could be able to eat up the salient weapon. We had a sense of penitence and were traumatised. I lamented that I could not give justice for me revered colleague, Patrick.