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coffee table. Jason hit a switch on the wall turning on the light as well as the ceiling fan and then sat next to her on the sofa. The evidence bag consisted of the clothing that her mother was wearing, a small plastic bag that had a pair of gold hoop earrings and two gold rings inside, and another small plastic zipper bag that was filled with pieces of broken glass.
“I also pulled the police report from that day; I figured it would be helpful,” Chandra said as she pulled a red folder out of her large bag and handed it to Amour.
Jason picked up one of the small plastic bags. “What’s with all this glass?”
“It was around her body,” Chandra said. “The detectives probably assumed whatever it was had fallen off the book shelf when she’d hit it. There was bruising on her back and arms that would indicate that. If she had a sudden heart attack while standing that would explain her fall.” She handed him one of the crime scene photos. “See, there are pictures of her surroundings and here is the glass in this one. I’m sure that’s where it came from.”
“Why would they need that?” Mack asked with a curious frown.
“A piece of it was found in her right hand. She could’ve been handling it right before she died. If it was anywhere on or near her body, they collected it. It probably doesn’t mean anything.”
“One of the pieces has dark stains on it and it looks like it’s been dusted,” Jason said.
“Yeah, I thought about that also but then I remembered you telling me earlier that Amour’s father had gone to the police back then with his suspicions. Anytime there’s a dead body and someone suspecting murder, especially if there are marks on the body of the victim, the detectives will investigate. If the evidence they collect doesn’t prove anything or if the medical examiner rules it natural causes then the case is dropped. The only fingerprints that were on the glass were hers and the stains were probably from her hand. She may have cut herself with it accidently.”
“There was a witness,” Amour said tenuously after picking up the police report and reading it.
“Who?” Jason asked.
“An Abigail Pruitt. In her statement, she claims she saw a woman over my mom’s house that day. They didn’t question whoever that was Chandra?”
“Well, I questioned one of the former officers that worked the case at the time of her death. He said from what he could remember, Mrs. Pruitt didn’t know what the woman had looked like. All she could remember was that she was a red head and that she was an older woman.”
“She could tell her age range without seeing her face?” Amour asked in disbelief. “How would she have known that?”
“I’m not sure; that’s what she told the detectives. You’re probably going to have to question her yourself.”
“Where there any other witnesses?” Jason asked.
“There probably weren’t or they would have been included in the report.”
“Is Mrs. Pruitt still living there?”
“Yes, but she’s got to be pushing eighty now. Provided her memory is still even intact, that was such a long time ago. It’s doubtful she would even remember all the details.”
Amours cell rang as she began to speak. “It’s worth a try; we have to check it out.” She grabbed her phone out of her purse and hit the answer button. “Hello?” There was silence but she could definitely tell someone was there. She spoke again. “Hello?”
After a few more seconds of silence, a male voice came from the other end. “It would be in your best interest to end this little investigation you’ve started and leave L.A. or you’ll be sorry you didn’t.”
The man’s voice was creepy enough to send a chill down Amour’s spine and she all of a sudden felt cold. “Who is this?”
There was a few more seconds of silence and then a slightly louder “You’ve been warned.” and then he was gone.
The chill she felt grew increasingly stronger as she sat frozen with her
“I also pulled the police report from that day; I figured it would be helpful,” Chandra said as she pulled a red folder out of her large bag and handed it to Amour.
Jason picked up one of the small plastic bags. “What’s with all this glass?”
“It was around her body,” Chandra said. “The detectives probably assumed whatever it was had fallen off the book shelf when she’d hit it. There was bruising on her back and arms that would indicate that. If she had a sudden heart attack while standing that would explain her fall.” She handed him one of the crime scene photos. “See, there are pictures of her surroundings and here is the glass in this one. I’m sure that’s where it came from.”
“Why would they need that?” Mack asked with a curious frown.
“A piece of it was found in her right hand. She could’ve been handling it right before she died. If it was anywhere on or near her body, they collected it. It probably doesn’t mean anything.”
“One of the pieces has dark stains on it and it looks like it’s been dusted,” Jason said.
“Yeah, I thought about that also but then I remembered you telling me earlier that Amour’s father had gone to the police back then with his suspicions. Anytime there’s a dead body and someone suspecting murder, especially if there are marks on the body of the victim, the detectives will investigate. If the evidence they collect doesn’t prove anything or if the medical examiner rules it natural causes then the case is dropped. The only fingerprints that were on the glass were hers and the stains were probably from her hand. She may have cut herself with it accidently.”
“There was a witness,” Amour said tenuously after picking up the police report and reading it.
“Who?” Jason asked.
“An Abigail Pruitt. In her statement, she claims she saw a woman over my mom’s house that day. They didn’t question whoever that was Chandra?”
“Well, I questioned one of the former officers that worked the case at the time of her death. He said from what he could remember, Mrs. Pruitt didn’t know what the woman had looked like. All she could remember was that she was a red head and that she was an older woman.”
“She could tell her age range without seeing her face?” Amour asked in disbelief. “How would she have known that?”
“I’m not sure; that’s what she told the detectives. You’re probably going to have to question her yourself.”
“Where there any other witnesses?” Jason asked.
“There probably weren’t or they would have been included in the report.”
“Is Mrs. Pruitt still living there?”
“Yes, but she’s got to be pushing eighty now. Provided her memory is still even intact, that was such a long time ago. It’s doubtful she would even remember all the details.”
Amours cell rang as she began to speak. “It’s worth a try; we have to check it out.” She grabbed her phone out of her purse and hit the answer button. “Hello?” There was silence but she could definitely tell someone was there. She spoke again. “Hello?”
After a few more seconds of silence, a male voice came from the other end. “It would be in your best interest to end this little investigation you’ve started and leave L.A. or you’ll be sorry you didn’t.”
The man’s voice was creepy enough to send a chill down Amour’s spine and she all of a sudden felt cold. “Who is this?”
There was a few more seconds of silence and then a slightly louder “You’ve been warned.” and then he was gone.
The chill she felt grew increasingly stronger as she sat frozen with her
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