Isabel braced herself before she opened the door to the police station. She hadn’t been here since the slaughtering a few weeks ago. Her superior had sent her on a vacation.
“Isabel, what are u doing here?” a man asked, as he looked up from his desk.
“Hi, Victor” Isabel greeted the man and she smiled weak. “I’m just…picking up a few things I forgot. Personal stuff” she explained as she walked to her office.
“Why didn’t u give us a call. We would’ve sent someone” Victor commented.
“I wanted to save u the trouble” Isabel shrugged and she entered her office. She walked to her desk, which was usually very tidy, but now magnified pictures lay across the oak-wood bureau. Isabel quickly collected them and put them in her bag. Underneath the pictures there was a brown folder. She opened it and read Cas’ name on top. “Gotcha” she zei soft and she put the folder in her bag too. She walked to the door and left. She quickly walked through the aisle, smiling and nodding at a few random people.
“Was that Roberts?” another woman asked sharp. “What was she doing here?”
“She had to pick up a few personal things” Victor explained. “What’s wrong?” he asked as the woman turned around and hurried to the office Isabel had just left.
“Isabel, what are u doing here?” a man asked, as he looked up from his desk.
“Hi, Victor” Isabel greeted the man and she smiled weak. “I’m just…picking up a few things I forgot. Personal stuff” she explained as she walked to her office.
“Why didn’t u give us a call. We would’ve sent someone” Victor commented.
“I wanted to save u the trouble” Isabel shrugged and she entered her office. She walked to her desk, which was usually very tidy, but now magnified pictures lay across the oak-wood bureau. Isabel quickly collected them and put them in her bag. Underneath the pictures there was a brown folder. She opened it and read Cas’ name on top. “Gotcha” she zei soft and she put the folder in her bag too. She walked to the door and left. She quickly walked through the aisle, smiling and nodding at a few random people.
“Was that Roberts?” another woman asked sharp. “What was she doing here?”
“She had to pick up a few personal things” Victor explained. “What’s wrong?” he asked as the woman turned around and hurried to the office Isabel had just left.
April 25, 1981
A local woman’s death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff’s Department zei earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road leapt off Sylvania bridge at mile 33 of Centennial highway, and sub-sequently drowned last night.
Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several...
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Constance Welch, 24 Authorities attribute her suicide to extreme emotional distress.
Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several...
