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Rebecca had never realized, when on the “other” side of a homicide investigation, just how slowly everything moved.
The moment Gloria cried out that Candace was dead, everyone seemed to freeze until Sandy stood. “What do you mean, dead?”
“I’ll take a look,” Rebecca told him. “It’s your job to make sure everyone stays put.”
Sandy’s mouth dropped open, but then he nodded. “Will do.”
“Stays put?” Donald asked, moving towards Rebecca. “What do you mean?”
She didn’t answer, but went into the bathroom. There were three stalls. Candace was on the floor, the door to her stall still fastened shut.
Rebecca used her small lock set to open it. The woman looked like she had suffered convulsions and vomiting, but there were no signs of a physical attack.
Rebecca called Homicide and the Crime
