I got to work on time like always. I got everything all ready at my desk and was about to get my daily assignment when Jordan comes over to me. She probably slept here last night after the bar because, when I came in, I didn't see her on the floor. On top of that, she was wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday.
"Bug, I need you to come with me somewhere." Jordan said quickly.
"Are we looking at a body?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Woody called and he asked for the both of us to meet him at the residents of the Livingstens. He sounded nervous." Jordan said then left. I grabbed my jacket and followed after her.
The crime scene was buzzing with reporters already. Jordan and I had a hard time trying to find Woody because there were to may people and the police was trying to keep them back. I wonder what happened. The crime scene was at the home of the mayor of Boston. A young woman was yelling and crying from the top of the steps. That was were we found Woody.
"Jordan! Bug! Over here!" He yelled. We went up to him. "The body's inside."
Jordan nodded and went in but I lingered outside for a few seconds. The woman couldn't be no younger than Jordan. She kept saying that she didn't mean it. When I entered the house, I found the body of a teenage boy lying on the floor. Jordan was already looking him over. I took out my camera and started taking shots. Woody came to join us a few minutes later.
"Whose she?" I asked when I notice the woman wasn't with him.
"She's Marla Livingsten, the mayor's only daughter." Woody informed us.
"And he's her brother?" Jordan asked as she got up."
"Yep. He's Ozzie Livingsten. He's the youngest son. The mayor has four sons." Woody said. "Well, you found anything?"
"Nothing that we could find here. We could probably tell you once we get him back to the morgue." Jordan said. I remembered what Marla said when we got here.
"That did she mean when she said she didn't mean it?" I asked.
"I don't know. She won't say anything else but my guys found a box of rat poison in the kitchen." Woody said.
"You think she poisoned her brother?" Jordan asked.
As the two of them went on about their thoughts, I didn't say anything for a while. I found it strange, though, that she would be that worried if she did it on purpose.