10:27pm- Cavanaugh House
Ashleigh sat aimlessly, staring at the ceiling, her eyes fixated on nothing. She wasn't particularly staring at something on the ceiling, she was just staring. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts. Jordan's comments lingered in her head. She thought her sister was going nuts. Was she? Ah, she didn't know. She wasn't exactly sure. Ever since she could remember, Jordan was so fixated on finding their mother's killer. Why couldn't she let sleeping dogs lie? Jordan was such a busy body, and sometimes Ashleigh really did worry about her.
10:45pm
Jordan sat in her SUV, staring out into the world. Out into the city. Her stomach was grumbling, begging for something to feed it. But Jordan was on a mission. She knew she was getting close to tracking down her mother's killer, but yet she felt so far away. So distant. Her eyes burned from being awake so long. Five days. What a record. She can remember the promise she made her mother that day she visited her gravesite for the first time. "I will never rest until I find out who did this to you." Jordan repeated that over and over and over again in her head. She made sure it was etched there into her brain and that it would never be erased.
11:00pm- Cavanaugh House
"It's open." Ashley responded to the knock on her bedroom door. She turned her head to the left when her father walked in.
"You've been awfully quiet." Max paused. "Are you okay?"
Ashleigh sat up as her dad sat next to her. "Not really. Jordan has gone AWOL. I can't get a hold of her, she's not a her place. She's not answering her pages or her calls on her cell. God knows what could have happened to her. I just pray that she's okay." Ashleigh looked at the wood floor and began to cry.
Her father's heart was hurting for her. Jordan and Ashleigh were so close, and he was upset with Jordan for doing this to her. Not to mention to himself. "I'm sure she's alright." He put his arm around his youngest daughters shoulder and pulled her closer into a hug. "Jordan has been known to take care of herself. She's just on this kick. Jordan is going through a phase right now, which she'll get out of. Soon. Hopefully."
"She's been through this phase before. And we've seen what it's done to her. But this time it's worse. She's like this robot, who doesn't listen to anyone. She's on overload and it's going to kill her if she doesn't stop." Ashleigh sighed between a sob.
"Why don't you get some rest and maybe tomorrow we'll go looking for her if we haven't heard anything yet." Max said as he kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.
'God Jordan.' Ashleigh thought to herself. 'What are you doing to yourself?'
9:56am Monday July 22- Medical Examiner's HQ
"Look Nigel," Ashleigh began. "I know you've looked at these prints over and over again, but is there something that catches you by surprise? Anything?"
"Not really Ash." He spoke. "Why are you doing this any ways? I thought you didn't want apart of this. Hasn't Jordan's behavior taught you a valuable lesson?"
"Call me crazy but," she trailed off. "I had this really weird dream last night. And usually my dreams aren't weird like this but..."
"But what?" Nigel asked, his eyes getting wide.
"I dreamt about my mother. I saw her being killed. And this wasn't something that I was imagining. I was there. I could smell the garlic and the floral scent of the floor polish in the kitchen. I could feel the breeze coming off the harbor and into our house from an open window. The strange thing is, I was one when our mother was killed. I was asleep in my room when she was killed, so how could I have seen this?"
"Well, maybe you were imagining it. Your brain does alter it's state when your sleeping. And it seemed so real you had to believe it." Nigel gave insight, but she wasn't buying.
"No. You don't get it. It was real. I could feel the cold hardwood floors under my feet. It was like I was there, in my present state. As the 25 year old, standing right here before you. I could feel the smoothness of the walls. I'm telling you Nigel, I saw my mother being killed."
"Well, then who did it?" He asked.
"That's the thing. I didn't see the killers face. All I know that it was a man." She stopped.
"A man? How?"
"I saw the hands. They were big and rough, like his hands were work. He used his hands a lot for work. And... and, I could smell his cologne. It was strong, but it was covering something up. Not body odor, but something else. The cologne was so strong it hurt my nose. It's like I've smelt it before, and I'm not talking about the cologne, the smell, lying underneath the cologne. I have smelt the cologne before, I'm sure if I go to Macy's I could point it out for you, but that smell. It's a strong smell. Sickening to your stomach smell."
"Have you told your dad about this?" Nigel questioned.
"No. No. And please don't mention it to anyone else, especially my father. He is worried enough about my sister, he doesn't need my involvement in this to worry him any farther. Promise me you won't tell anyone. Please Nigel?" Ashleigh asked.
"Promise. You have my word." There was a short pause. "Now what are you going to do?"
"Go back to sleep." Ashleigh said softly. Nigel cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "So I can have this dream once again, and figure out who killed my mother."
Ashleigh sat aimlessly, staring at the ceiling, her eyes fixated on nothing. She wasn't particularly staring at something on the ceiling, she was just staring. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts. Jordan's comments lingered in her head. She thought her sister was going nuts. Was she? Ah, she didn't know. She wasn't exactly sure. Ever since she could remember, Jordan was so fixated on finding their mother's killer. Why couldn't she let sleeping dogs lie? Jordan was such a busy body, and sometimes Ashleigh really did worry about her.
10:45pm
Jordan sat in her SUV, staring out into the world. Out into the city. Her stomach was grumbling, begging for something to feed it. But Jordan was on a mission. She knew she was getting close to tracking down her mother's killer, but yet she felt so far away. So distant. Her eyes burned from being awake so long. Five days. What a record. She can remember the promise she made her mother that day she visited her gravesite for the first time. "I will never rest until I find out who did this to you." Jordan repeated that over and over and over again in her head. She made sure it was etched there into her brain and that it would never be erased.
11:00pm- Cavanaugh House
"It's open." Ashley responded to the knock on her bedroom door. She turned her head to the left when her father walked in.
"You've been awfully quiet." Max paused. "Are you okay?"
Ashleigh sat up as her dad sat next to her. "Not really. Jordan has gone AWOL. I can't get a hold of her, she's not a her place. She's not answering her pages or her calls on her cell. God knows what could have happened to her. I just pray that she's okay." Ashleigh looked at the wood floor and began to cry.
Her father's heart was hurting for her. Jordan and Ashleigh were so close, and he was upset with Jordan for doing this to her. Not to mention to himself. "I'm sure she's alright." He put his arm around his youngest daughters shoulder and pulled her closer into a hug. "Jordan has been known to take care of herself. She's just on this kick. Jordan is going through a phase right now, which she'll get out of. Soon. Hopefully."
"She's been through this phase before. And we've seen what it's done to her. But this time it's worse. She's like this robot, who doesn't listen to anyone. She's on overload and it's going to kill her if she doesn't stop." Ashleigh sighed between a sob.
"Why don't you get some rest and maybe tomorrow we'll go looking for her if we haven't heard anything yet." Max said as he kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.
'God Jordan.' Ashleigh thought to herself. 'What are you doing to yourself?'
9:56am Monday July 22- Medical Examiner's HQ
"Look Nigel," Ashleigh began. "I know you've looked at these prints over and over again, but is there something that catches you by surprise? Anything?"
"Not really Ash." He spoke. "Why are you doing this any ways? I thought you didn't want apart of this. Hasn't Jordan's behavior taught you a valuable lesson?"
"Call me crazy but," she trailed off. "I had this really weird dream last night. And usually my dreams aren't weird like this but..."
"But what?" Nigel asked, his eyes getting wide.
"I dreamt about my mother. I saw her being killed. And this wasn't something that I was imagining. I was there. I could smell the garlic and the floral scent of the floor polish in the kitchen. I could feel the breeze coming off the harbor and into our house from an open window. The strange thing is, I was one when our mother was killed. I was asleep in my room when she was killed, so how could I have seen this?"
"Well, maybe you were imagining it. Your brain does alter it's state when your sleeping. And it seemed so real you had to believe it." Nigel gave insight, but she wasn't buying.
"No. You don't get it. It was real. I could feel the cold hardwood floors under my feet. It was like I was there, in my present state. As the 25 year old, standing right here before you. I could feel the smoothness of the walls. I'm telling you Nigel, I saw my mother being killed."
"Well, then who did it?" He asked.
"That's the thing. I didn't see the killers face. All I know that it was a man." She stopped.
"A man? How?"
"I saw the hands. They were big and rough, like his hands were work. He used his hands a lot for work. And... and, I could smell his cologne. It was strong, but it was covering something up. Not body odor, but something else. The cologne was so strong it hurt my nose. It's like I've smelt it before, and I'm not talking about the cologne, the smell, lying underneath the cologne. I have smelt the cologne before, I'm sure if I go to Macy's I could point it out for you, but that smell. It's a strong smell. Sickening to your stomach smell."
"Have you told your dad about this?" Nigel questioned.
"No. No. And please don't mention it to anyone else, especially my father. He is worried enough about my sister, he doesn't need my involvement in this to worry him any farther. Promise me you won't tell anyone. Please Nigel?" Ashleigh asked.
"Promise. You have my word." There was a short pause. "Now what are you going to do?"
"Go back to sleep." Ashleigh said softly. Nigel cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "So I can have this dream once again, and figure out who killed my mother."