A naive investigative reporter joins two detectives in the search for a notorious serial rapist and killer...all while the truth is too close to home...
"Would you like to come in?" she asked, smiling shyly. On the one hand, David was pleased she ha...
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Sharon stands behind the morgue attendant as he goes to pull out the body for identification. He heart is shattered beyond words. She stands there feeling as though life has been drained out of her, and the universe has stopped. “Are you ready?” the attendant asks, and she nods hesitantly. How can one be ready for something like this? She wipes the corners of her eyes with a paper towel that is by now soaked. The attendant stands aside, hands crossed in front, and Sharon takes a few steps forward. However, he expression changes from sadness and grief to surprise and confusion, and she swiftly turns to look at the attendant. “Is this some kind of a joke?” she asks, fully wiping the tears off her face. “Excuse me ma’am?” “That is not my daughter. That is not Kim.” She elaborates, pointing at the lifeless body laid behind her. The attendant squints his eyes, even more confused than Sharon. “I don’t understand.” He says moving closer to re-inspect the body. “That is the body you were sent in here to identify. There is no confusion about that. Not unless…” he goes to say but stops himself. Sharon moves close so they are nearly eye to eye; and she asks, “Unless what?” “It was not your daughter that was killed.” He says in a low tone. Even he does not believe his own words. But what other explanation can there be? Sharon just stands there staring back at the attendant, speechless. There are so many possibilities with such a situation, and not to mention the questions. For instance, did Kim move? If not where is she? Was she also killed? Was this her roommate? And how did the police send her in for identification if the victim is not Kim? “Her name is Kimberly.” The attendant says as if reading her thoughts. “She has been here for about a month now, no one has claimed her. Honestly I was kind of relieved when you showed up.” Still juggling between relief and worry, Sharon offers a smile that barely reaches her eyes, shakes her head and slowly exits the room. Behind her, cranking metal sounds fill the room. Sharon stands behind the morgue attendant as he goes to pull out the body for identification. He heart is shattered beyond words. She stands there feeling as though life has been drained out of her, and the universe has stopped. “Are you ready?” the attendant asks, and she nods hesitantly. How can one be ready for something like this? She wipes the corners of her eyes with a paper towel that is by now soaked. The attendant stands aside, hands crossed in front, and Sharon takes a few steps forward. However, he expression changes from sadness and grief to surprise and confusion, and she swiftly turns to look at the attendant. “Is this some kind of a joke?” she asks, fully wiping the tears off her face. “Excuse me ma’am?” “That is not my daughter. That is not Kim.” She elaborates, pointing at the lifeless body laid behind her. The attendant squints his eyes, even more confused than Sharon. “I don’t understand.” He says moving closer to re-inspect the body. “That is the body you were sent in here to identify. There is no confusion about that. Not unless…” he goes to say but stops himself. Sharon moves close so they are nearly eye to eye; and she asks, “Unless what?” “It was not your daughter that was killed.” He says in a low tone. Even he does not believe his own words. But what other explanation can there be? Sharon just stands there staring back at the attendant, speechless. There are so many possibilities with such a situation, and not to mention the questions. For instance, did Kim move? If not where is she? Was she also killed? Was this her roommate? And how did the police send her in for identification if the victim is not Kim? “Her name is Kimberly.” The attendant says as if reading her thoughts. “She has been here for about a month now, no one has claimed her. Honestly I was kind of relieved when you showed up.” Still juggling between relief and worry, Sharon offers a smile that barely reaches her eyes, shakes her head and slowly exits the room. Behind her, cranking metal sounds fill the room.
