Zuma, North Dakota. My hometown. I've lived here my entire life. It's not really small, but it's not so big either. About 20,000 people reside here. Three months have passed since I have graduated from NDU (North Dakota University). While I was there, I majored in Forensic Sciences. I had always wanted to become a forensic scientist throughout high school, because I always thought that the line of work those people did was so interesting, so intriguing.
There are days when it could be "mind-blowing". There are days when it could be "heart-wrenching", and sometimes the cases could git so close to home that you don't know what you're going to do. I don't mind looking at dead bodies, and I don't mind looking to see what could have happened to them either. I suppose it never really dawns on me that those people are "dead". To me, my work is comforting. It gave me a solid piece of mind to know that I went to work to help people. Really, and easier way to put it is that bodies, murders, and murderers were all a huge jig-saw puzzle. The less pieces you have, the harder it is, but when you got all the pieces, it's a big accomplishment. It makes you feel good, and just live for that moment.
That's how I feel about my work anyways. The year is 2015, and I'm working for the Zuma Police Force. I am their coroner and their forensic analyst. I solve and investigate murders, day in and day out. My assistant, Ace, and myself make a pretty good team and are pretty good at what we do. Now don't get me wrong, I have seen some pretty gruesome things, but nothing could prepare me for what was about to unfold in my future.
Last night, I was working late to finish up a case when Mr. H came in with a file in his hand. He walked in and dropped it on my desk. He gave me the weirdest look ever. Not one I had seen before. To tell you the truth, it scared me. Deep down inside, I tried to think of the worst case scenario, but not a thing came to mind. I got up from my computer chair and went to grab the file, but before I could reach for it, my boss just ripped the file off my desk like it was on fire. I jerked back in surprise and nicely asked for the file. The only reply I got from him was, "In the morning Kass. I don't want you here all night racking your brain."