Annabeth was getting ready for bed when the sun went down and the snowstorm began. She knew as soon as the first few snowflakes began to fall that it was going to be a big storm. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to leave her apartment for a decent amount of time. Which was fine with her. She needed her time away from work, too much was going on.
Having the autopsy file was proving to be too much responsibility for Annabeth. She thought about it obsessively. So much time had passed since Mr. Evans had been murdered and the murder was still at large. It made Annabeth nervous.
As a blanket of snow covered the town outside, Annabeth thought back to when she suspected Lamar for the murder because of how off-putting he was. She laughed to herself, she now knew this to be incorrect. She thought back to when she first saw the autopsy and the cause of death, a puncture wound to the abdomen. The image of the autopsy stuck so firmly in her mind, she didn’t think she would forget a thing about it. Especially the scars found on Mr. Evans’ back that predated almost everyone who currently lived in the town.
There was just so much uncertainty which Annabeth decided was the cause of her anxiety. Thinking back once more to the wish she made on the night of the falling star. If only wishes could come true. Everything and everyone would go back to normal. The town would be able to breathe once more.
With that thought, she decided it was time for bed. There wasn’t much she could do now, or ever really. She already told Linh everything the autopsy had to offer. All that was left was for the murder to be found, wherever they may be.
Having the autopsy file was proving to be too much responsibility for Annabeth. She thought about it obsessively. So much time had passed since Mr. Evans had been murdered and the murder was still at large. It made Annabeth nervous.
As a blanket of snow covered the town outside, Annabeth thought back to when she suspected Lamar for the murder because of how off-putting he was. She laughed to herself, she now knew this to be incorrect. She thought back to when she first saw the autopsy and the cause of death, a puncture wound to the abdomen. The image of the autopsy stuck so firmly in her mind, she didn’t think she would forget a thing about it. Especially the scars found on Mr. Evans’ back that predated almost everyone who currently lived in the town.
There was just so much uncertainty which Annabeth decided was the cause of her anxiety. Thinking back once more to the wish she made on the night of the falling star. If only wishes could come true. Everything and everyone would go back to normal. The town would be able to breathe once more.
With that thought, she decided it was time for bed. There wasn’t much she could do now, or ever really. She already told Linh everything the autopsy had to offer. All that was left was for the murder to be found, wherever they may be.
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