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[Number 4] – Megan's point of view
It feels nice to be out of the hospital, they always remind me of the crash! It was a quiet drive; I can't help think about what the day might hold. I was keenly awaiting my proper, professional meeting with Katherine Rader, and I can't say I wasn't worried. She had been a top student all her life and never took one turn out of line. She was the perfect person according to her record, and from what I can tell from what Peter had told me, she was also the person that even though she was smart and bullied everyone secretly wanted to be her! At this point in time I certainly did. She was beautiful, smart, had everything she could ever want. On the plane ride here, while peter was asleep, I read up on Dr. Rader. She had left high school and collage as a valedictorian; she had strived at every class the universities threw at her. How can she think that I can help? Has she only asked us over here to get closer to Peter?
The car fell silent, neither of us wanting to talk, it was probably safer. I let my mind flout back to the hospital when Peter grabbed my wrist, secretly I think we both knew he wanted a little bit more than a good- bye hug. I know that if Katherine wasn't there it would have been. I wonder what he thought about what I said- "my hero". Did he pick up what I tried to say? I shouldn't be thinking about this, it will only make the situation more difficult to-morrow.
There were so many things I didn't know, like who that last murder victim was, how did both Peter and Katherine knew who she was. There was obviously a tension in the room when Katherine mentioned the latest victim's name, almost like they were angry; but why?
"This is going to be a good case!" I say to myself as I drive into the New York Medical Examiner's office parking lot. Even though the numbers of cases aren't much different between the cities, the New York MEs office was much bigger than the one I was used to, there were a lot more people to impress and, sadly, a lot more stress to do the job right. I still can't work out why they called Peter and me out from Philadelphia instead of calling in the F.B.I. they may be annoying and reject everything that the local PD and ME say, but they still get the job done.
I stop by the front door of the office. It was a huge building, it was a light brick built building with meant it had been standing for a while however, there was a massive glass panel – the same width as my apartment building- along the front revealing walkways, stare cases and people running around solving tens if not hundreds of cases. In the centre of the panel just above the large revolving doors was a crest, underneath it were three Latin words "scientia, vires, fidem." I began ransacking my brain trying to remember the vocabulary I learned in my high school Latin lessons. Suddenly it popped into my mind, the works meant "knowledge, strength and faith", and these were the same words we learned in medical school. I strolled over to the doors and through the advanced metal detectors and found the closest map and made my way to Dr. Rader's office. The halls to the back of the building were long and winding. The lights were bright until I got to Dr. Rader's office where the lights were dimmed. She must not be back from visiting her mum in hospital yet. I curiously peered over her desk where I saw a not on top of a manila folder addressed to M. Hunt, me!
In the file were the case notes for the latest murder. The victims were Marie and Angelina Heldershot. Attached to the file were two pictures, one was of Angeline and her mother standing on a stage, the younger girl was wearing a long pink dress with a baby pink banner over it, the banner read "princess". Marie was standing next to her holding a large trophy with a shoe on it. On the back of the photograph was the date and place the picture was taken. It read "July 2010, Paris international beauty princess pageant", from the picture it was clear that Angelina had won. I noticed something- well a few things- from the picture, the first was how thin the daughter was! She looked like she was edging on a size 0 and her mother couldn't have been far off that either. Angelina looked very pale and weak; both showed that she was suffering from anaemia. The girl had very long dyed black flowing hair and a thin pointy face consistent with many magazine modals. Her mother had short brown hair and a very similar pointy face.
Tired to death of looking at Police ID files I put the file down and began looking around the office. I walk over to the book case adjacent to the desk. I believe that a lot can be determined about a person from the books that they read. The shelves are filled with books about pathological discoveries, science papers and books listing reasons and causes for illnesses and wounds. Kat must be an avid reader to read all of these. I lift up a large book documenting serial killings. It had been opened recently! I turned it to a page that was marked with a pink post-it note. It was marking the start of a chapter dedicated to cases where the killer targeted victims according to their sex, it outlined parent problems and bad marriage/ relationship experiences. This book must be old! It showed only environmental factors that could cause these crimes, neurological and gene science has advanced to give other explanations for motives. The next post-it note stuck out to a passage referring to physical features and back-ground all liked to serial killing cases.
One question always pops into my head during this case. Why are WE here? Why not the FBI? It was all starting to confuse me a little. VVVVVPPPPVVVPP Raise Your Glass by P!nk starts to play out of my phone, who's calling me?
"Hello"
"Where the hell are you?"
"Peter?"
"Where are you Megan?"
"Dr. Rader's office at the MEs office, why are you calling?"
"I can't find you, don't move, I'll be there in 5"
"You're meant to be in the Hospital Peter!"
"Yeah well I got bored, it was weird not hearing you talking"
"Thanks, I'll meat you at the coffee shop down the road from the office, I need decent coffee!"
"Ok, I'll see you when you get there!"
"Ok, and be careful, PLEASE!"
"I will!", after that he hung up the phone, as if I moved like clockwork. Lock the phone, grab my bag and the case file and close the door with a click.
"You took ages!"
"I came as fast as I could Peter there are lots of stares there!"
"What's that?" He points to the file in my hand with a questioning look on his face.
"It's the case file from the latest murder, Dr. Rader left it on her desk for me. I haven't looked at the primary report yet, I brought it encase you wanted to see it." As soon as the sentence leaves my lips peters hand stretches out to grab the file out of my hand. As he does this w waitress walks over with the coffee's we ordered, a plain back coffee for Peter and a skinny latte for me. Suddenly Peter's eye brows ruffle up as he looks closely at the report. I can't suppress the feeling that is boiling up in my stomach. He is so hot when he looks like that, no Megan don't think like that, we are on a case, CONCENTRATE!
"Have you read the report on the girl?"
"Not yet, I haven't read any of them"
"Look at the tox screen" he hands me the file and then picks up his coffee and stands behind me. He smells so good! N MEGAN CONCENTRATE! I look back at the file and notice the levels of everything! Everything in her bold was either high or low, this would make her blood resemble old pea soup –but red- before she died, and it could even be the reason for her death! But why than carve the body? Looking at the report, highlighted on the second page reads that all of her external wounds happened before she died. I now see why they called us.
"I've asked the local PD to canvas the scene and the victim' personal life to find any evidence into who did this!"
"Ok, I really need this now I say referring to my coffee, who the hell and why the hell would anyone do this to two relatively innocent people? Thank God for making coffee!
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