...walked out into the hallway with the
police men. They seemed mad at me for something. I think it was the look in
their eyes that scared me. I tried not to look afraid.
"Leighann, that rose that Duke was talking about..." one of the men noted,
"Only has Duke's finger prints on it. And Tristan's as well. Tristan might
have been holding it and dropped it, then Duke picked it up, but we highly
dought it. Duke still is going to be tried next week, and if he is found
guilty, he will be on death row. If you can prove him innocent in the
courtroom, then he will be innocent and free to go." I blinked.
"So... if we prove Duke's innocent and show it to the judge, then he may let
him go?" I asked. The other man nodded. "Can we see Tristan's body? Or do we
have to wait?" The men looked at each other.
"Well, we wanted you to SEE Tristan's body anyway. Just don't touch," the
secound man noted. They started walking and I followed. We walked back into
the first hallway and turned back into the main lobby. We walked to another
hallway across the main lobby. The walls were all white and it wasn't so
silent. There was voices that filled the hall, the sound of keyboards
clicking away. The sound of feet hitting the ground filled the rooms. We
reached the end of the hallway and there was a white door. The labeling on
the door said:
Obtopsy Room
They opened the door and walked inside. One of the men handed me a lab coat
and noted, "Put this on." I took it and put it on over my clothes. They let
me into the lab. There was no carpet. The floor was made of tile, just like
the hallway. There was a lady standing in the room. Tristan's body was
laying on the table in the center of the room. The two police men left.
"Leighann is it?" she asked, not looking up from Tristan's body.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I'm Maria Morgan," she noted. She looked at me.
"N-nice to meet you," I noted.
"Come here, I need to show you something," she noted. I walked over next to
her. She pointed at Tristan's right arm. "There are two holes in his right
arm, like the same to marks that are on your right arm." I pulled up the
sleeve and there was two small scars in my right arm. I thought it was just
a birth mark.
"What? How did you know that?" I asked.
"Those two marks are from the same person that kill Tristan. Do you remember
Duke anytime in your past when you got that scar?"
"I don't even remember getting the scar. I just thought it was a birth mark.
My parents told me I got it when I was two. Duke is about six days younger
than me, so he would have been one or two, depending on the date. I'll ask
my parents. They'll know," I replied.
"Alright... if you say so," she noted, "but be careful, whomever killed
Tristan, if not Duke, will probably come after you." I nodded, and walked
out of the room, and took off the coat. I was surprised that my parents
didn't tell me about that.
I walked back into the room Duke and the others were in. Duke was crying
again, with his head down. Serenity had stopped crying and was now trying to
calm Duke down.
//What was that about?//
/Long story. Tell you later./
//Okay.//
Joey looked at me. He looked upset. Someone must have came in and said
something to them.
"What did I miss?" I asked. Everyone was quiet.
"Someone came in and said Duke was going to be on death row if he was
guilty," Joey noted. I blinked.
//You already knew that.//
/Yeah, of course I did./
"Well I'm going to prove you innocent Duke," I noted. Everyone looked at me
in shock. I always thought about things twice.
"How?" Duke asked.
"Easy... I already have one clue. The person who did kill Tristan, tried to
kill me when I was two, so it couldn't have been you..." I noted.
"How do you know that?" Joey asked. Just then my cell phone rang. I took it
out of my pocket.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello little Leighann," the person on the other line noted. "Don't say a
thing. Let me tell you something. You'll never be able to prove Duke's
innocence. The only person who knows who killed Tristan is Tristan. The only
way you'll be able to prove his innocence is to find me or find Tristan. But
you can't do either in one week, so don't even try." Then he hung up. The
slow chill crawled down my spine.
