Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, no matter how much I wish I did. ;)
"Well, this makes no sense. The kid's dead." whispered the first officer.
"But the DNA confirms it. It's the DeLaney kid." answered a second one.
"It's not possible! He drowned!"
"But his body was never recovered. He might have gotten out somehow, but still…" his voice trailed off.
A third officer came in. "She's here." She said. The second nodded and left.
The remaining officer examined the pictures. "A knife in one, a broken neck on another and cardiac arrest on a third. All leads are to a dead teenager. What did the autopsy show, Warren?"
"Just what you said. It looked like one has bruises on his knuckles, possible from fighting back. But one has two puncture wounds on his neck. She showed a picture. "But we couldn't get any DNA from it."
"Well, go after him, then."
Meanwhile, the second officer was confronting Casey's mother. "Hello Mrs. DeLaney. I'm Jeff."
"Please, call me Bridget." She said in a sad voice, "Is it really true? Is my boy a murderer?" Bridget gasped.
"I'm afraid it all leads to him."
At that, Casey's mother burst into tears again. It seemed she had lost herself in grief at this point. She had gotten her son back, but she didn't seem to want him anymore. Her son was lost.
Review, please! I'll post chapter 13 up soon.