Unbeknownst to me at the time, Dagmar had called her brother in California on Thursday morning and left a voice message that she was going to kill herself.
Her brother didn’t get that message until 9 p.m. The time difference meant that he got that message about the same time I was leaving her house after locking up the dogs.
Her brother called the Baltimore City Police Department and asked them to check on his sister. The cops got to the house at about 1 a.m., and when Dagmar didn’t answer, they broke down the door.
They looked through the house and didn’t see her. But they did see the screensaver going on her computer, and they hit the space bar.
Who the hell was Ted, they wondered.
City homicide was called, but there were no open investigations into the murder of anyone named Ted.
Homicide called Baltimore County Police.
You got any murders of a guy named Ted, city police asked.
Sure do, county police said, we have a guy that was found shot to death in his office two weeks ago.
Well, city police said, we have some broad here named Dagmar who tried to kill herself and she left a note that said she didn’t kill Ted. Does that ring a bell?
It sure does, county police said, as matter of fact, she is our prime suspect.
Blog looks nice. Hopefully we’re still friends.
Especially now, because I’m down to three friends who are women. I told the one I lost, a friend from college, on her Facebook wall that if she visited over Christmas I’d rub her clitoris. I thought it was funny. Then she sent me a message telling me not to say things like that anymore because her she could get in trouble at work and her boyfriend was mad at me.
We are still friends, but I’d thank you to not use “clitoris” in your comments. That’d be great. Try petal.
Clitoris.