Author's note: Whoops, it's been a while…but here's the new chapter!
Chapter 9: Talk the Talk.
The cars flashed by as they rode back to the lab.
The warm heat of the Nevada sun made the vehicle a tough place to bear.
Greg spiked up the air-conditioning a bit more, a cold breeze flew towards his face.
Sara, who had been staring at the passing cars suddenly spoke.
"D'you know what bugs me?"
Greg looked sideways at Sara, who had a troubled look on her face.
"People turning up the air-conditioning?" He tried.
Sara decided not to respond to his remark.
"The fact that they all just cling together like that, like a swarm of bees, all following the queen bee around".
"Well, that's High School" Said Greg while hitting the brakes for a traffic light that had just turned red.
"When I was in High School, everyone followed around the cheerleaders and the jocks. Didn't that happen at your school?"
Sara sat back with a great sigh, "It probably did, never paid much attention to it".
They pulled up at the lab and got out, Greg locked the car and waited for Sara to follow him inside.
Opening the door of the building brought them back into the chaos that was their workplace.
Sara said she needed time to think and headed towards the locker room.
Greg was just about to head to the trace lab to find out whether there was any new evidence when Brass' face turned around the corner.
"Hey Greg, we've found Cassie's parents" was all he said, before he turned away again.
While walking to Brass' office, Greg felt uncomfortable.
Meeting the girl's parents was probably the hardest thing he had to do.
His expectations were fulfilled as soon as he entered the room.
Cassie's parents sat next to each other, the husband was holding his wife's hand.
The woman's gaze was fixed on the floor, her face had no expression.
The man, on the other hand, showed a lot more emotion.
His eyes were filled with tears, and every few minutes he squeezed his wife's hand as a sign of assurance that she was still there.
"This are Mr. and Mrs. Norman" Brass introduced the people sitting next to each other, they both ignored what he said.
"And this is Greg Sanders, one of our Forensic Scientists working on your daughter's case"
It wasn't until Brass mentioned that Greg was one of the people investigating their daughter's death that they looked up.
"Who did this to our little girl?" Mr. Norman asked in a voice filled with emotion.
"We're still trying to find the person who did this" Said Greg, consistent with the guidelines.
He wasn't allowed to speak openly about the ongoing investigation, but seeing these devastated people like that, Greg wished he could tell them right now who had done this do their daughter.
The non-existing expression of Mrs. Norman changed in a matter of seconds into an expression of pure rage.
"You're still trying to find the person? Are you kidding me? Our daughter has been murdered and you're telling me, while standing here you are trying to find the person? What kind of imbecile are you?" The woman jumped up and walked towards Greg with firm passes.
It was a good thing that Mr. Norman was still holding a part of his wife's hand, or Greg would have been attacked by the infuriated woman.
"Bee, please. Sit down, I'm sure-" Mr. Norman tried to calm his wife.
"Shut up Henry, just…Shut up!" Mrs. Norman pulled the last part of her hand out of her husband's and stormed out.
It all happened so fast that no one had the time to stop her, Greg looked at the man who had now put his face in his hands, his tears dripping through his fingers.
"Mr. Norman?" Brass put his hand on the man's shoulder, who lifted his head up instantly.
"I'm sorry, my wife is a very strong woman. When something doesn't happen the way she planned it, she freaks.." A sad, unconvincing smile now came across his face.
"You both need a minute, we understand. Let me take you to your wife, you can have a quiet sit in the lounge, calm down a little. We can do this later" Brass said.
He helped the man get up and walked out with him.
Greg just stood there, wishing he could've had something comforting to say.
