Scott slammed down the phone in the cradle. “Vice doesn’t have anything,” Scott said to Ephraim. The day had rolled in to almost fifteen hours and even then, Scott wasn’t sure if he’d be able to head home anytime soon. Home? It had been a while coming. He fidgeted with his ring and stuck out his chest. He glanced at her picture framed on his desk and smiled. CSU had picked up a surveillance tape from a shop on Stockton. Like a gift-wrapped present waiting on his desk, Scott couldn’t wait to see if there was anything useful on it. Pressing play, he watched the grainy black and white video, and in the background, he could make out Glenda’s hasty walk/run. He waited to see if anyone else would enter into the frame. No one did. Instead, he saw …show more content…
Cabell said. “It could be that the gun misfired and two bullets piggybacked on one shot, but she was hit by two bullets. They entered the skull from the side, behind the left ear and became lodged behind her jaw.” “Was there any stippling?” “No, in fact, I believe that spatter and the subsequent puddle of blood were caused by her falling on the ground and essentially bleeding out.” “How long would she have been alive after getting hit?” Ephraim asked. “That is hard to estimate, but a couple of minutes at the longest.” “So, she would have seen who shot her from behind.” “That is a good possibility. I sent her clothes to forensics last night. The blood on her clothes is her own. The lab has informed me also they also recovered a partial print on her plastic rope bracelet. Let me get Albert on the phone and he’ll be able to let you know about the print.” Scott and Ephraim waited. The closer they got to figuring it all out, the worse it became. “Albert, Dr. Cabell here. I have Scott and Ephraim present, and I wanted you to tell them about the print you located.” “Afternoon, it’s a partial print, but a good one. It’s from a Rachel Meadows. She’s in the system due to some prior government work.” “What does she do now?” Ephraim asked. “She’s a bartender at a bar located downtown…let me
“Thank you, sir. I just don’t understand what’s happening, this seems so surreal...Mr. Morris, Where is Lizzie?”
It was a 92 degree fahrenheit morning at 9:45 on August 14th, when Doug Greene placed a call to 911. He informed the police that he was concerned because Anna had been seen wearing a sweater the previous day despite the unusual heat and wasn’t answering her calls or her door. Both the police and the EMT arrived at the crime scene at 9:56 am where they found Anna Garcia lying on the floor. They entered the crime scene and declared Anna dead. The crime scene was then secured at 10:20 am for investigation. The crime scene was confined to a 10’ by 20’ entry hallway. At the crime scene, investigators marked areas where vomit, blood stains, blood spatter, footprints, a strand of hair, scattered pills, a syringe, and dirty cup were lying on the floor. They also discovered fingerprints that could be taken to a lab for analyzation. Anna was found lying face-down against the floor surrounded by blood and vomit near her mouth. The table in the crime scene
“We’re going to print out copies of the books we have remembered over the years that we have stored, and share with the leftover survivors that we have been found.”
As a young girl, I was never fond of the name Anna. The name came along with too much baggage.. Unknowingly, people would constantly call me the wrong name, and some people, disregarding my opinion, even created strange nicknames for me. Over the years, I have been called a variety of names including Annie, Ann, Anna, Annabelle, Anne Frank, banana, banana boat, etc. Frankly, there are just too many variations of the name “Anna”. Being an extremely common name, almost everywhere I go, whether it be school or the grocery store, I always seem to find another “Anna”. Although nameberry.com tells me that “Anna” means grace, it actually means unique, intelligent, and affectionate.
“The bullet smashed Anders’ skull and sloughed through his brain and exited behind his right ear, scattering shards of bone into the cerebral cortex, the corpus callous, back toward the basal ganglia,
was in the back of the head, which means that there was another shooter who was in front
“She had pranked her own death. I don’t know what possessed her to do such a weird prank. It’s a twisted, sick joke.”
her in the neck and cut it through broke bones and all her body fell to the
Carpenter looked from the bartender to George then at the walls covered in photos of rockets and stars and galaxies. "How about the truth?"
"Hand over the disc!" he demanded, pointing a gun directly at them. Andy, with sleight of hand, pressed the recording app on his phone.
“Honey, I’m home!” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I dug the letter out of my pocket and took a deep breath.
A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
...s a ladder on the wall that lead to an escape hatch on the roof. I climbed out just in time.” she said. I tell her everything about the plan and that I need to stop it. We walk through the capitol building down the street. I wear a long, black, hooded coat for disguise. I have to fit in like a normal citizen or I will be caught. When I arrive at the top floor where President Thomas’ office is I have to be cautious. Ashley says that she will keep watch outside his office. I make my way in. His office is empty. I run to his computer and jam the flash drive into it. When it loads up, I see the count down. I ends in ten seconds. Pure adrenaline is rushing through me. This is my moment. I lay my hand on the “deactivate” button. Ready to shut it down. Then I hear a gun click. I look and it is President Thomas. He says, “Oh Alexis, I always knew you were one to watch.”
He wasn’t as upset as he felt he should be, abandoned in the dirt by his closest friend slowly pulling farther away from him. He thought Allison out of the picture meant more bro time, but the blossoming pressure of Alpha-Scott and college applications peeled them farther and farther apart. He was sad, but not destroyed. If anything, he felt slightly more at peace than he had in the months before with the entire Darach calamity.
Babyhood is the time from when you are born till you 're 18 months old. Like everybody else, I don 't remember anything at all from this time. Whatever I do know is from my parents, siblings and other family members. My mother told me I wanted to appear into this world earlier than I should have. If not for the medications that let me arrive at the proper time, I may not have been here today writing this very sentence. I was born on 19th December, 1999 in Gujarat, India. My parents tell me I was a very quite baby and never troubled them much at all. I would never start crying in the middle of the night, arousing the entire neighborhood. My older brother would often look at me, and state how huge my eyes looked. As a baby, I was very fair, and often was referred to a white egg. Everyone loved to play and touch my cheeks when I was a baby.