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Tru woke up and found herself in the morgue. It had been the fifth time that week she had fallen asleep on the job. She heard Davis typing in the other room so she rubbed her eyes and went to see him.
"Hey Davis, what are you looking at?" Tru said wrapping an arm around Davis's shoulder.
"Morning Tru, just some stuff. No big deal. So, I was wondering, when was the last time you actually went to sleep in your own apartment?" Davis said closing the web page he was looking at.
"About a week ago. I can't go back there, I feel safer here. Is that weird, the fact that I feel safer in a place with dead people? You are starting to rub off on me," Tru said jokingly.
Davis just made a noise and then got back to work. "Hey, would you mind picking up another shift and working daytime?"
"I would love to Davis, but I have to meet Harrison and help him find a new apartment. Are you going somewhere or something?"
"No...well...I was, but it wasn't a big deal. It can wait," Davis started to type something into the computer but closing it quickly before Tru could read it.
"Well, I guess I could try and make it. Don't worry Davis, I'll do it," Tru said smiling at him.
"Thanks. I need you at noon," Davis picked up his briefcase and then hurried out the door.
Tru picked up her purse and went down to the diner. Something was different about the way Davis was acting. She was worried that something was wrong, but maybe she was just paranoid. Her head had been buzzing, worried, and waiting for people to turn on her ever since Luke had died. Harrison strolled into the diner and took a seat across Tru.
"I met a girl," Harrison said with a smile. "Her name is Rebekkah, she is amazing. She's going to come look for an apartment with you and me. I can't wait for you to meet her."
"Wow, a girl? What is she like?" Tru asked smiling. She was curious about this rebound girl, which was probably what she was.
"Well...oh my God," Harrison said looking over Tru's shoulder. His face had gone from happy to truly scared in a matter of seconds.
"What?" whispered Tru looking over her shoulder. When she saw what Harrison was staring at, she started to shake. It was Jack. What was he doing there?
When Jack caught Tru and Harrison's stare he got up from the counter and walked over to them. "Nice to see my old friends."
"What friends? You end up trying to kill them all, I wouldn't consider that friendship, would you?" said Tru trying to regain her composure.
"Oh, come on Tru. You know you don't mean that. Let's not be enemies. I'll tell you what, just to show what a great friend I am, I'll pay for your breakfast," Jack said with a cunning smile.
"We don't want your money," said Harrison who was standing up now. Pure hatred was going through his eyes and it looked as if he was planning the murder of Jack.
"Harrison, sit down. Just let him leave," begged Tru grabbing Harrison's jacket.
"Tru, you know what he did. You know better than us all, why do we let him go?" Harrison said turning to Tru and looking as if she were betraying him.
"Harrison, please," Tru looked from Harrison to Jack, who was smiling at Harrison, welcoming a punch.
Harrison sat back down and jack looked disappointed. Jack just shook his head and mumbled something as he left the table and went out of the door.
Tru helped Harrison look for a new apartment, which they were unsuccessful in finding one that met his "needs", and met his new girlfriend. Tru looked at her watch and saw that it was five till twelve. She politely excused herself and left for the morgue. She found that the days at the morgue were a lot deader than at night. She was slowly starting to fall asleep when she heard a tap on the door. It was the new guy who was taking Jack's place.
"Hi, um, I have a body, where do I put it again?" said the guy opening the door slightly.
Tru pointed to the table and got ready to check the person. "What happened, Clay?"
"Man, he was murdered. Shot to death in a cemetery. He took five bullets," said Clay trying to remember what the cop had said.
"Thanks," with that Clay left, leaving Tru alone with the dead victim. She put on her gloves and then opened the bag. When she saw the man lying there she gasped. It couldn't be, it can't be. She looked closer at the victim and there was no doubt. Tru tried to choke back her tears but the ran quickly, making it impossible for her to see. "No!"
Clay ran back into the room to see Tru lying on top of the body crying. "What's the matter?"
"Didn't you see who this was?" she said through her tears, which were getting harder and harder as she thought about it.
"No, they just gave me the body and told me about it. Who is it?" Clay said looking confused.
"It's Davis!"
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Tru woke up and found herself in the morgue. It had been the fifth time that week she had fallen asleep on the job. She heard Davis typing in the other room so she rubbed her eyes and went to see him.
"Hey Davis, what are you looking at?" Tru said wrapping an arm around Davis's shoulder.
"Morning Tru, just some stuff. No big deal. So, I was wondering, when was the last time you actually went to sleep in your own apartment?" Davis said closing the web page he was looking at.
"About a week ago. I can't go back there, I feel safer here. Is that weird, the fact that I feel safer in a place with dead people? You are starting to rub off on me," Tru said jokingly.
Davis just made a noise and then got back to work. "Hey, would you mind picking up another shift and working daytime?"
"I would love to Davis, but I have to meet Harrison and help him find a new apartment. Are you going somewhere or something?"
"No...well...I was, but it wasn't a big deal. It can wait," Davis started to type something into the computer but closing it quickly before Tru could read it.
"Well, I guess I could try and make it. Don't worry Davis, I'll do it," Tru said smiling at him.
"Thanks. I need you at noon," Davis picked up his briefcase and then hurried out the door.
Tru picked up her purse and went down to the diner. Something was different about the way Davis was acting. She was worried that something was wrong, but maybe she was just paranoid. Her head had been buzzing, worried, and waiting for people to turn on her ever since Luke had died. Harrison strolled into the diner and took a seat across Tru.
"I met a girl," Harrison said with a smile. "Her name is Rebekkah, she is amazing. She's going to come look for an apartment with you and me. I can't wait for you to meet her."
"Wow, a girl? What is she like?" Tru asked smiling. She was curious about this rebound girl, which was probably what she was.
"Well...oh my God," Harrison said looking over Tru's shoulder. His face had gone from happy to truly scared in a matter of seconds.
"What?" whispered Tru looking over her shoulder. When she saw what Harrison was staring at, she started to shake. It was Jack. What was he doing there?
When Jack caught Tru and Harrison's stare he got up from the counter and walked over to them. "Nice to see my old friends."
"What friends? You end up trying to kill them all, I wouldn't consider that friendship, would you?" said Tru trying to regain her composure.
"Oh, come on Tru. You know you don't mean that. Let's not be enemies. I'll tell you what, just to show what a great friend I am, I'll pay for your breakfast," Jack said with a cunning smile.
"We don't want your money," said Harrison who was standing up now. Pure hatred was going through his eyes and it looked as if he was planning the murder of Jack.
"Harrison, sit down. Just let him leave," begged Tru grabbing Harrison's jacket.
"Tru, you know what he did. You know better than us all, why do we let him go?" Harrison said turning to Tru and looking as if she were betraying him.
"Harrison, please," Tru looked from Harrison to Jack, who was smiling at Harrison, welcoming a punch.
Harrison sat back down and jack looked disappointed. Jack just shook his head and mumbled something as he left the table and went out of the door.
Tru helped Harrison look for a new apartment, which they were unsuccessful in finding one that met his "needs", and met his new girlfriend. Tru looked at her watch and saw that it was five till twelve. She politely excused herself and left for the morgue. She found that the days at the morgue were a lot deader than at night. She was slowly starting to fall asleep when she heard a tap on the door. It was the new guy who was taking Jack's place.
"Hi, um, I have a body, where do I put it again?" said the guy opening the door slightly.
Tru pointed to the table and got ready to check the person. "What happened, Clay?"
"Man, he was murdered. Shot to death in a cemetery. He took five bullets," said Clay trying to remember what the cop had said.
"Thanks," with that Clay left, leaving Tru alone with the dead victim. She put on her gloves and then opened the bag. When she saw the man lying there she gasped. It couldn't be, it can't be. She looked closer at the victim and there was no doubt. Tru tried to choke back her tears but the ran quickly, making it impossible for her to see. "No!"
Clay ran back into the room to see Tru lying on top of the body crying. "What's the matter?"
"Didn't you see who this was?" she said through her tears, which were getting harder and harder as she thought about it.
"No, they just gave me the body and told me about it. Who is it?" Clay said looking confused.
"It's Davis!"
Want to see what happens? Then Review and I'll write another chapter! Please review! I love reviews. They make me happy. I even like the bad ones...sort of. If anyone knows the name of Tru's mother's killer, it would be greatly appreciated it you would tell me!
