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.

and bent over to

also wrote some information down by hand. However, it seems that

overwhelming, but every word she spoke was firm.

but he replied, “Hand it over to me. I’ll take

sure you’ll do the same thing

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

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 chance to get them behind bars, then even more women will be

the document in front of John, who quickly skimmed

had said was the truth, and it was impressive how she had narrowed

to everyone because of this case, so I’ll do it now. I’m Natalie Nichols, specially-appointed coroner of the Major Crimes Unit.

in the conference room burst into

coroner would be some forty-year-old

don’t have to search for every single person on the

“She’s our saving grace!”

my leave now. I hope all of you will continue putting in your best effort so that I don’t

crept

watched

stunned them to their

that she was only in her

Unit who could match her level of observance. She had