Lamar’s meet up was a bust. Nobody really knew anything, Annabeth was disappointed. She was hoping for more details about Mr. Evans but she got nothing. Her suspicions about Lamar were now just a fleeting thought. At the diner, Lamar looked as frustrated as Annabeth felt now. It was clear to her now that Lamar was not the killer and he just wanted to catch the killer.
The disappointment Annabeth felt was a brief feeling. It was mulled over before she fell asleep that night but was gone the next day. It wasn’t until she walked into work that she was reminded of everything and Mr. Evans.
There sitting in her office was one of the police officers, Annabeth thought her name was Linh, maybe. She wasn’t quite sure, like her the officer was new to this town.
“Good Morning, Nurse Willis,” the officer said to Annabeth as she entered her office.
“Good Morning,” Annabeth paused not wanting to get her name wrong. “Officer…”
“Officer Luong,” the officer finished for Annabeth. “But please call me Linh.”
“Linh,” Annabeth repeated back to her, nodding her head. “Well then call me Annabeth.”
“Alright Annabeth, I’m here on behalf of my precinct.” Linh started. “You see I’ve been assigned to the death of Mr. Evan.” Annabeth held her breath for a second, she knew what was coming. Linh wanted to see the autopsy, something that hadn’t been looked at in depth by Annabeth yet. “If I could I would like to look at the rest of Mr. Evans' autopsy please.”
“Oh of course,” Annabeth said scrambling to find the file on her desk. “If you could give me a second to review the details, I haven’t looked at it in a while.” Linh nodded her head.
It was only a few moments later that Annabeth read something that shocked her, she had known the cause of death and the approximate time of death but this was new. It was enough to make Annabeth gasp causes Linh to look up from her lap.
“What is it?” Linh asked sounded concerned and excited at the same time. Annabeth turned the file toward Linh showing her what she just saw. It was a picture of Mr. Evans’ body, especially his back. It was covered in long, thin, white scars. Linh looked at the picture and then back at Annabeth, both women were equally as shocked.
Mr. Evans was just a sweet old man, Annabeth read the description underneath the picture. “Scars on the back mostly occurred between 50 years and 60 years ago.”
The disappointment Annabeth felt was a brief feeling. It was mulled over before she fell asleep that night but was gone the next day. It wasn’t until she walked into work that she was reminded of everything and Mr. Evans.
There sitting in her office was one of the police officers, Annabeth thought her name was Linh, maybe. She wasn’t quite sure, like her the officer was new to this town.
“Good Morning, Nurse Willis,” the officer said to Annabeth as she entered her office.
“Good Morning,” Annabeth paused not wanting to get her name wrong. “Officer…”
“Officer Luong,” the officer finished for Annabeth. “But please call me Linh.”
“Linh,” Annabeth repeated back to her, nodding her head. “Well then call me Annabeth.”
“Alright Annabeth, I’m here on behalf of my precinct.” Linh started. “You see I’ve been assigned to the death of Mr. Evan.” Annabeth held her breath for a second, she knew what was coming. Linh wanted to see the autopsy, something that hadn’t been looked at in depth by Annabeth yet. “If I could I would like to look at the rest of Mr. Evans' autopsy please.”
“Oh of course,” Annabeth said scrambling to find the file on her desk. “If you could give me a second to review the details, I haven’t looked at it in a while.” Linh nodded her head.
It was only a few moments later that Annabeth read something that shocked her, she had known the cause of death and the approximate time of death but this was new. It was enough to make Annabeth gasp causes Linh to look up from her lap.
“What is it?” Linh asked sounded concerned and excited at the same time. Annabeth turned the file toward Linh showing her what she just saw. It was a picture of Mr. Evans’ body, especially his back. It was covered in long, thin, white scars. Linh looked at the picture and then back at Annabeth, both women were equally as shocked.
Mr. Evans was just a sweet old man, Annabeth read the description underneath the picture. “Scars on the back mostly occurred between 50 years and 60 years ago.”
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