Sophia
So it turns out the dead guy whose house we’re currently taking residence in, uninvited, is Roger Peterson plastic surgeon extraordinaire. At least that’s what the information in his wallet tells me. Roger here might not have any family to care if he’s alive or not, but I’m fairly certain that Julia, Penelope and Adrian, the three patients he had scheduled in for surgery today, will surely notice their doctor’s absence from the operating room.
Overall, I’m not so sure that fishing Roger out of his pool and burying him in his backyard is such a great idea. What I’m sure of, though, is that we might not have that much time here. Someone is bound to get the Police involved regarding the man’s disappearance, be it his patients or the staff at his clinic or hospital.
I exit the pool
