A Cue for Happiness

The following afternoon, there was complete silence in the conference room. Everyone was at a loss.

John Williams, the police officer in charge of the case, began collecting the documents scattered on the table. “If there’s nothing else to add, then the meeting is over. For tonight, follow up on the name list of girls that have gone missing recently. We have to confirm her identity.”

Right when everyone was yawning and getting ready to get on with their work, someone in the corner slowly stood up.

“I have a question.”

Natalie had one hand in the pocket of her white coat, and there was an aura of total tranquility around her.

Her colleagues all turned to look at her in surprise and couldn’t help but begin to gossip.

“That’s a new face. I’ve never seen her before. Is she a new coroner?”

“Are all fresh graduates this bold nowadays? Even the older, experienced people here have nothing to add. What could this brat have to say?”

“I’d love to know what exactly she’s got on her mind.”

Effie and Brandon looked at each other and communicated through their expressions. They thought it was absurd that they were treating Natalie as some newbie. They were eager to witness Natalie give them a slap in the face.

Meanwhile, Natalie did not mind what anyone was saying at all. She walked over to John and bent over to pick up some scratch paper from the ground, which had a footprint on it.

“Besides the autopsy report, I also wrote some information down by hand. However, it seems that it’s been treated like trash,” she commented.

firm. Furthermore, her gaze was sharp enough

replied, “Hand it over to me. I’ll

I’m pretty sure you’ll do

the two female victims back together. Even though their faces are

for a DNA test. The investigation department needs to work harder and find the third missing woman before something bad happens to her,” she continued to stress.

front of John, who quickly

everything she had said was the truth, and it was impressive how she had narrowed down a list

do it now. I’m Natalie Nichols, specially-appointed coroner of the Major Crimes Unit. I’m

in the conference

some forty-year-old

that mean we don’t have to search for

“She’s our saving grace!”

I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope all of you will continue putting in your best effort so that I

imperceptible smile crept

watched in

them

only in her twenties

in the Major Crimes Unit who could match her level of observance. She had saved everyone many nights

taken off her white coat when she received a call from