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Authors: T.A. Roth
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hands to overthink shit.
My phone dings with an incoming text just as I'm pulling into the parking structure. I quickly pull into my allotted space and see that it's Vonne.
Vonne: We still on for tonight? My nails are a hot mess.
Me: Yup! Looking forward to it. I made us appointments for 7pm. Is that cool?
I'm already in the elevator on the way up to my floor when she finally responds.
Vonne: Perfect. I'll see you then.
I get into the office and start my day just like all the others this week. I make a strong cup of coffee, have a quick chat with Hilda, and then I'm off to tackle the never ending pile of files and transcription. It's business as usual until about eleven thirty when all hell breaks loose.
All five phone lines light up like a Christmas tree. What the hell? I answer the first line and the man on the other end asks for Mr. Benton; when I ask to take a message, he tells me he's a reporter for the local newspaper and asks if I have any comments on the day's proceedings and the new developments of the case. I'm completely thrown and mutter a standard, "No comment." I begin to answer the other lines and the same thing happens on the next call. Another fast-talking reporter is asking for information. Hilda makes her way over to my desk a few minutes later and waves her hands, gaining my attention.
Asking the call I just picked up to hold, I give Hilda my full attention, while trying to ignore the incessant buzz of the other incoming lines.
"What's going on?" I ask impatiently.
"Mr. Benton just called on my line. He can't get through to you. He said he's been trying but the phone is going straight to voicemail and you haven't answered your cell," she says frantically. I pull open my desk drawer and see five missed calls from his number.
"I know. Sorry, it's been like this for the last ten minutes. Every time I hang up one line, another one lights up. Did he say what happened?"
"He told me to tell you to turn the answering service on and that they were on their way back. It was really noisy in the background, so it was hard to hear anything else. We got disconnected shortly after. It sounded like he was in a hurry," she says shrugging.
"That's weird. Let me see if it says anything online." I immediately do a Google search of Timothy Lemon's name. A breaking news alert pops up on the top of my search a few seconds later.
Breaking News: Real Estate Mogul Timothy Lemon Exonerated Of All Charges. According to the LAPD, at about 11:30pm Tuesday evening Melissa Martin was arrested for driving under the influence and reckless endangerment. Melissa Martin is the estranged wife of Louis Martin, former lover of Patricia Lemon. Louis Martin was also a suspect in the death of Patricia Lemon, but substantial evidence was never discovered.
According to witnesses, Mrs. Martin was driving recklessly down Pacific Coast Highway when her car veered into oncoming traffic and collided with another vehicle. The driver of that vehicle was airlifted to a local hospital where it was noted he sustained internal injuries and is currently on life support. Should the driver not survive, Mrs. Martin faces vehicular manslaughter charges.
Mrs. Martin's alcohol level is said to have been three times the legal limit of 0.8% for the state of California. While being arrested, officers said she was mumbling about the death of Patricia Lemon. She claimed to be involved in her death and was said to be inconsolable during questioning. Details of whether Mrs. Martin was actually involved in the murder have not been released to the media, but resources say that new evidence has been discovered. Upon this new development, the judge exonerated Mr. Lemon of all charges during today's scheduled proceedings. Timothy Lemon was set to take the stand this Friday and faced charges of murder in the first degree.
"Holy shit. Look,” I say to Hilda, pointing at my computer screen.
She makes her way around my desk and reads the news story over my
My phone dings with an incoming text just as I'm pulling into the parking structure. I quickly pull into my allotted space and see that it's Vonne.
Vonne: We still on for tonight? My nails are a hot mess.
Me: Yup! Looking forward to it. I made us appointments for 7pm. Is that cool?
I'm already in the elevator on the way up to my floor when she finally responds.
Vonne: Perfect. I'll see you then.
I get into the office and start my day just like all the others this week. I make a strong cup of coffee, have a quick chat with Hilda, and then I'm off to tackle the never ending pile of files and transcription. It's business as usual until about eleven thirty when all hell breaks loose.
All five phone lines light up like a Christmas tree. What the hell? I answer the first line and the man on the other end asks for Mr. Benton; when I ask to take a message, he tells me he's a reporter for the local newspaper and asks if I have any comments on the day's proceedings and the new developments of the case. I'm completely thrown and mutter a standard, "No comment." I begin to answer the other lines and the same thing happens on the next call. Another fast-talking reporter is asking for information. Hilda makes her way over to my desk a few minutes later and waves her hands, gaining my attention.
Asking the call I just picked up to hold, I give Hilda my full attention, while trying to ignore the incessant buzz of the other incoming lines.
"What's going on?" I ask impatiently.
"Mr. Benton just called on my line. He can't get through to you. He said he's been trying but the phone is going straight to voicemail and you haven't answered your cell," she says frantically. I pull open my desk drawer and see five missed calls from his number.
"I know. Sorry, it's been like this for the last ten minutes. Every time I hang up one line, another one lights up. Did he say what happened?"
"He told me to tell you to turn the answering service on and that they were on their way back. It was really noisy in the background, so it was hard to hear anything else. We got disconnected shortly after. It sounded like he was in a hurry," she says shrugging.
"That's weird. Let me see if it says anything online." I immediately do a Google search of Timothy Lemon's name. A breaking news alert pops up on the top of my search a few seconds later.
Breaking News: Real Estate Mogul Timothy Lemon Exonerated Of All Charges. According to the LAPD, at about 11:30pm Tuesday evening Melissa Martin was arrested for driving under the influence and reckless endangerment. Melissa Martin is the estranged wife of Louis Martin, former lover of Patricia Lemon. Louis Martin was also a suspect in the death of Patricia Lemon, but substantial evidence was never discovered.
According to witnesses, Mrs. Martin was driving recklessly down Pacific Coast Highway when her car veered into oncoming traffic and collided with another vehicle. The driver of that vehicle was airlifted to a local hospital where it was noted he sustained internal injuries and is currently on life support. Should the driver not survive, Mrs. Martin faces vehicular manslaughter charges.
Mrs. Martin's alcohol level is said to have been three times the legal limit of 0.8% for the state of California. While being arrested, officers said she was mumbling about the death of Patricia Lemon. She claimed to be involved in her death and was said to be inconsolable during questioning. Details of whether Mrs. Martin was actually involved in the murder have not been released to the media, but resources say that new evidence has been discovered. Upon this new development, the judge exonerated Mr. Lemon of all charges during today's scheduled proceedings. Timothy Lemon was set to take the stand this Friday and faced charges of murder in the first degree.
"Holy shit. Look,” I say to Hilda, pointing at my computer screen.
She makes her way around my desk and reads the news story over my
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