Brandy stood over the lab technician impatiently. He sighed and put his hands on the table. “This would be easier if you weren’t hovering.” He said irritated.
Brandy took a step back. “I’m sorry I just really need this evidence.”
“It takes time.” He said looking at his evidence. Time was something Brandy didn’t have. The machine next to them beeped, and the technician smiled. “Well isn’t it your lucky day, the results are in.” He said taking the paper, it printed out. “Cpl. John Haynes is not a match to the skin under the victim’s fingernails.” He said handing her the results. “He’s not your killer.”
Brandy groaned inwardly that only left her with one suspect and no evidence. Her cell phone rang, and Brandy answered it. “Hello?”
“Brandy, it’s Justin.”
“How’d you get this number?”
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