Ten people. I’ve been working here for four months and I only know the names of ten people. Out of every person in the Hamill City Police Department I can only muster up enough brainpower to keep ten names in my head. I can’t blame myself though, I was only supposed to be here a month before I went back to my home in New York, where being a detective doesn’t mean doing crossword puzzles to look busy all day. I came down here four months ago to help with a case, everyone was out of ideas and the pressure was rising, so they asked for a new set of eyes and got me. When the other detectives saw me the disappointment was obvious, it was clear I wasn’t going to fit in here. At first the annoyance at the fact that I was a small, unintimidating woman
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I push a cup of coffee towards him, this night is long from over and he is not giving up now.
“The answer! Look!” I shove a file in front of him and he stares at it. After five minutes it's clear he’s not even reading it.
“Ugh! Look, there is a lab across town that was robbed four weeks ago, but there wasn’t very much stolen so they decided it was just an inventory mistake. That’s totally possible, but look who interned there last year. That’s right, Miss Richardson.” I’m practically jumping up and down at this point, it is very likely I just solved the case.
“But why would she kill her boyfriend?” Noah asks, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
“That’s what I thought, so I looked back at all the statements we took and one of her friends told us that they were fighting about college. Turns out that they both applied for the same scholarship with the same essay, since Clark sent it in first they took her’s as plagiarism. Everyone we talked to said that Clark was your average jock, getting through school with barely a passing grade. Now look at Lisa, she is a straight A student. Unless he was secretly a genius, Lisa wrote that essay and he stole it.” I rush, walking around the room, my head going a million miles an hour. If we leave now we could get to her house by three thirty and question her, catch her off guard. With a confession we can get her arrested and the case closed by
I push a cup of coffee towards him, this night is long from over and he is not giving up now.
“The answer! Look!” I shove a file in front of him and he stares at it. After five minutes it's clear he’s not even reading it.
“Ugh! Look, there is a lab across town that was robbed four weeks ago, but there wasn’t very much stolen so they decided it was just an inventory mistake. That’s totally possible, but look who interned there last year. That’s right, Miss Richardson.” I’m practically jumping up and down at this point, it is very likely I just solved the case.
“But why would she kill her boyfriend?” Noah asks, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
“That’s what I thought, so I looked back at all the statements we took and one of her friends told us that they were fighting about college. Turns out that they both applied for the same scholarship with the same essay, since Clark sent it in first they took her’s as plagiarism. Everyone we talked to said that Clark was your average jock, getting through school with barely a passing grade. Now look at Lisa, she is a straight A student. Unless he was secretly a genius, Lisa wrote that essay and he stole it.” I rush, walking around the room, my head going a million miles an hour. If we leave now we could get to her house by three thirty and question her, catch her off guard. With a confession we can get her arrested and the case closed by