9:10am- State Records Building; Boston.
"This is impossible." Ashleigh exclaimed. "Why are my records sealed?" She screamed at the clerk.
"Miss, you're going to have to calm down." The female clerk said.
"Look, my friend here is really upset. She is trying to find out about her past and all she wants is the truth." Nigel spoke. "Are you able to tell me who they were sealed by and why?"
The woman typed away at the computer keys and glanced at the screen. "They were sealed in 1982, and by who it doesn't say."
"1982. When in 1982?" Ashleigh asked.
"May 15th." The clerk spoke softly.
Ashleigh stood there with her mouth ajar. "Two days after my mother died." She paused. "Someone is trying to hide my past and cover up their tracks." She turned to the clerk, "Is there any way I can get them unsealed?"
"Court order is your only way." The lady said with a half smile. Leigh nodded and stepped out of the line, Nigel standing besides her. "I need to get that court order. In order to seal up records you need a reason, like, adoption, or medical records; something like that."
"Do you know how hard it is love, to get a judge to unseal those records?" Nigel boomed. "You need a justifiable reason. Where are you going to get that?"
"I'll just show him my evidence." Ashleigh seethed.
"You still have the box?" Nigel asked.
"Yeah, they're safe in a storage warehouse. Come on." Leigh said as she grabbed Nigel by the arm.
9:30am- Boston Memorial Cemetery
Jordan kneeled on the moist grass that was trying to dry up from the mornings dew. Her eyes swelled with tears as she looked at the headstone that stood infront of her. "I'm so sorry ma." Jordan said fighting back the tears. "I know whoever murdered you is still out there, but my options are slowly fading." She paused. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You can come back to work." A males voice said coming from behind her. "Jordan, look at yourself. You're a mess."
"How did you find me Garrett?" Jordan asked as she stood up.
"It's your mother's birthday. I knew you'd be here. You're here every year on this day." He sighed and turned her around. "You need to come back to work. Redding is dead, and there is nothing you can do about it. He was a sick, sick man and a compulsive liar."
Jordan huffed. "He knew something!"
"No Jordan, he didn't. He used you, that is what he was good at." Garrett paused. "Now, you come back to work and you'll feel much better. Besides," he paused once more, "we need you. You're the best damn ME out there in this state of Massachusetts. You're father is going nuts worrying about you. Go home and come back to work!"
Jordan stared at Garrett for awhile, turned her head to look at her mother's grave marker and sighed. "Okay, but, not right now. I'll be there tomorrow morning."
12 Noon- Boston Court House
"I'm sorry Miss Cavanaugh, but I cannot grant permission for your records to be unsealed. You haven't proven just cause for myself to grant you this favor. I am sorry about your mother, and I know that you want to find the truth, but unfortunately, I am unable to help you in this part. If you come up with more evidence and it's sufficient, then I will grant you permission. Until then I wish you the best of luck. Case dismissed." Judge Greyson announced with the slamming of the gavel.
Ashleigh hated that sound. "Perfect." She muttered underneath her breath. "Now what."
"We just wait." Nigel spoke. "Or, we go back to the evidence and examine it with a fine tooth comb. But I think you should go back to school. Your break ended yesterday."
Ashleigh sighed. "You're right. But there's one thing I have to do." She smiled.
"And that would be?" Nigel asked.
"I'm changing my name back to what it was before. I need my real identity back." Ashleigh declared with conviction.
"This is impossible." Ashleigh exclaimed. "Why are my records sealed?" She screamed at the clerk.
"Miss, you're going to have to calm down." The female clerk said.
"Look, my friend here is really upset. She is trying to find out about her past and all she wants is the truth." Nigel spoke. "Are you able to tell me who they were sealed by and why?"
The woman typed away at the computer keys and glanced at the screen. "They were sealed in 1982, and by who it doesn't say."
"1982. When in 1982?" Ashleigh asked.
"May 15th." The clerk spoke softly.
Ashleigh stood there with her mouth ajar. "Two days after my mother died." She paused. "Someone is trying to hide my past and cover up their tracks." She turned to the clerk, "Is there any way I can get them unsealed?"
"Court order is your only way." The lady said with a half smile. Leigh nodded and stepped out of the line, Nigel standing besides her. "I need to get that court order. In order to seal up records you need a reason, like, adoption, or medical records; something like that."
"Do you know how hard it is love, to get a judge to unseal those records?" Nigel boomed. "You need a justifiable reason. Where are you going to get that?"
"I'll just show him my evidence." Ashleigh seethed.
"You still have the box?" Nigel asked.
"Yeah, they're safe in a storage warehouse. Come on." Leigh said as she grabbed Nigel by the arm.
9:30am- Boston Memorial Cemetery
Jordan kneeled on the moist grass that was trying to dry up from the mornings dew. Her eyes swelled with tears as she looked at the headstone that stood infront of her. "I'm so sorry ma." Jordan said fighting back the tears. "I know whoever murdered you is still out there, but my options are slowly fading." She paused. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You can come back to work." A males voice said coming from behind her. "Jordan, look at yourself. You're a mess."
"How did you find me Garrett?" Jordan asked as she stood up.
"It's your mother's birthday. I knew you'd be here. You're here every year on this day." He sighed and turned her around. "You need to come back to work. Redding is dead, and there is nothing you can do about it. He was a sick, sick man and a compulsive liar."
Jordan huffed. "He knew something!"
"No Jordan, he didn't. He used you, that is what he was good at." Garrett paused. "Now, you come back to work and you'll feel much better. Besides," he paused once more, "we need you. You're the best damn ME out there in this state of Massachusetts. You're father is going nuts worrying about you. Go home and come back to work!"
Jordan stared at Garrett for awhile, turned her head to look at her mother's grave marker and sighed. "Okay, but, not right now. I'll be there tomorrow morning."
12 Noon- Boston Court House
"I'm sorry Miss Cavanaugh, but I cannot grant permission for your records to be unsealed. You haven't proven just cause for myself to grant you this favor. I am sorry about your mother, and I know that you want to find the truth, but unfortunately, I am unable to help you in this part. If you come up with more evidence and it's sufficient, then I will grant you permission. Until then I wish you the best of luck. Case dismissed." Judge Greyson announced with the slamming of the gavel.
Ashleigh hated that sound. "Perfect." She muttered underneath her breath. "Now what."
"We just wait." Nigel spoke. "Or, we go back to the evidence and examine it with a fine tooth comb. But I think you should go back to school. Your break ended yesterday."
Ashleigh sighed. "You're right. But there's one thing I have to do." She smiled.
"And that would be?" Nigel asked.
"I'm changing my name back to what it was before. I need my real identity back." Ashleigh declared with conviction.