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Chapter 10: Stepford Daughter
It took almost an hour for Mr. and Mrs. Norman to calm down.
After a few over-heated discussions between the two people, who seemed to be two absolute opposites, they returned to Brass' office.
"I think we're ready for that conversation now" Said Brass, nodding to Greg.
Greg stepped forward and took a seat across them.
"Tell us, what do you know so far?" Mrs. Normans attitude towards was still very cool.
Greg knew there was no point in keeping to the protocol in this situation, if he was to get anything out of these people he had to work with them.
He looked at Brass for a moment who seemed to share his thoughts because he nodded slightly.
"Your daughter was found in the desert, she had been there for a few hours. She probably died of severe head trauma"
Greg could see the couple holding their breaths while he told his story.
"How did she get in the desert on an inhuman hour of the night like that?" Mr. Norman asked.
"She apparently went to a party at the Desert Fort"
Mr. Norman's eyes grew big and his face looked absolutely horrified.
"I…I forbade her to go to that party, she asked me several times if she could go…I wouldn't let her. That night…I was home that night, I saw her go to her room around bed time."
"You know Mr. Norman, if I know teenage girls, she could've easily snuck out. Was she actually in her room, did you check?" Brass asked.
"Well…no, I believe I didn't. My wife did, right dear?" Mr. Norman sought for resurrection in his wife.
Mr. Norman looked at his wife, again there was that expressionless face.
Mr. Norman jumped up, he was choked with anger.
"You told me not to go check on her, she was probably fast asleep you said! You let her go didn't you? You let her go to that hell hole to party with those Neanderthals?"
Now it was Mrs. Normans time to jump up.
"Those Neanderthals were her only chance of getting popular! I was Miss Teen Las Vegas, President of the student body, Prom Queen! And what was our daughter? She was all caught up in her books, she wasn't able to make any friends, she wasn't even able to talk to someone! All because you wanted her home schooled when she was younger! I made her popular with her friends, I helped her be what every girl should want to be!"
They stood facing each other, faces filled with a mixture of rage and grief both for their own reasons.
"Was that all you needed to know?" Asked Mr. Norman, his voice shaking with rage.
Greg, who had been standing there being absolutely shocked blinked a few times and then started talking again.
"Just one more thing, the bruises on her body were old"
"She fell off her horse, unfortunate accident. She stopped horseback riding immediately after that, well…at least I think that is why. Maybe my soon to be ex-wife thought it wasn't cool enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go call my lawyer" He then stormed out.
Now there were only three people left in the room, Mrs. Norman ripped her gaze from the wall she had been staring at and now looked at the two men in the room.
"I know what you're thinking, but I did love my daughter, she just wasn't…"
"…perfect enough?" Brass asked, his glance had cooled about ten degrees.
The woman took a deep sigh and walked out.