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.

to John and bent over to pick up some scratch paper from the ground, which had a footprint on

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

was firm. Furthermore,

he replied, “Hand it over to me. I’ll

nothing more than scrap, I’m pretty sure you’ll

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 a good financial situation. They regularly received

members of those two women to come in for a DNA test. The investigation department needs to work harder and find the

document in front of John, who

how she had narrowed down a

Nichols, specially-appointed coroner of the Major Crimes Unit. I’m looking forward to working with all of you,” she greeted with a tranquil

conference room burst into an

be some forty-year-old lady,

to search for every single person on the

“She’s our saving grace!”

praise any mind. “That’s all I have to say, so I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope all of

smile crept up

watched in

had stunned them to

only in her twenties didn’t

Crimes Unit who could match her level of observance. She