The Promise Of Happiness

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.

was saying at all. She walked over to John and bent over to pick up some scratch paper from the ground, which had a

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

was firm. Furthermore,

but he replied, “Hand it over

sure you’ll do the same thing again.” Natalie dusted off the dirt on the

together. Even though their faces are distorted beyond recognition, telltale signs on their body tell me they were married with a good financial situation.

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

steadily placed the document in front of John, who

impressive how she

didn’t have the time to introduce myself to everyone because of this case, so I’ll do it now. I’m Natalie Nichols, specially-appointed coroner of the Major Crimes Unit. I’m looking forward to working with all of you,” she greeted with

in the conference room burst

some forty-year-old lady, not

search for every single

“She’s our saving grace!”

so I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope all

smile crept up

of her colleagues watched

had stunned them to their

that she was only

match her level of observance. She had saved