A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 9

Pulled Into A Hummer

The following afternoon, there was complete silence in the conference room. Everyone was at a loss.

John Williams, the police officer in charge of the case, began collecting the documents scattered on the table. “If there’s nothing else to add, then the meeting is over. For tonight, follow up on the name list of girls that have gone missing recently. We have to confirm her identity.”

Right when everyone was yawning and getting ready to get on with their work, someone in the corner slowly stood up.

“I have a question.”

Natalie had one hand in the pocket of her white coat, and there was an aura of total tranquility around her.

Her colleagues all turned to look at her in surprise and couldn’t help but begin to gossip.

“That’s a new face. I’ve never seen her before. Is she a new coroner?”

“Are all fresh graduates this bold nowadays? Even the older, experienced people here have nothing to add. What could this brat have to say?”

“I’d love to know what exactly she’s got on her mind.”

Effie and Brandon looked at each other and communicated through their expressions. They thought it was absurd that they were treating Natalie as some newbie. They were eager to witness Natalie give them a slap in the face.

anyone was saying at all. She walked over to John and bent over to pick up some scratch paper

the autopsy report, I also wrote some information down by hand. However, it seems that it’s been treated like trash,”

was not overwhelming, but every word she spoke was firm. Furthermore, her

felt rather awkward, but he replied, “Hand it over to me. I’ll take a

more than scrap, I’m pretty sure you’ll do the same thing again.” Natalie dusted

already stitched the corpses of the two female victims back together. Even though their faces are distorted beyond recognition, telltale signs on their body tell me they were married with

down to two—Lisa Moore and Jean Gray. You can get the family members of those two women to come in for a DNA test. The investigation department needs to work harder and find the third missing woman before something bad happens to her,” she continued to stress. “Whoever this criminal is, they make clean cuts. They don’t have a drop of sympathy in them, and they’re a serial killer as well—a typical sociopath. If we don’t hurry and take the

front

was impressive how she had narrowed down a list of

of this case, so I’ll do it now. I’m Natalie Nichols,

conference room burst into an

the coroner would be some forty-year-old lady, not someone

we don’t have to search for every single person

“She’s our saving grace!”

all I have to say, so I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope all of you will continue putting in your best effort so that I don’t have to

imperceptible smile crept up on her

watched in awe as she

stunned them

that she was only in her twenties