We get to the morgue, and Max points to the items on the counter. I hand Nora the female's purse, while I open the man’s wallet. I locate his driver’s license, telling me his name is Donovan Whister. I also find a Gentleman’s Club card in his wallet with five hundred in cash.
Nora holds up the female’s ID, showing me her name is Jennifer Carey, both are from New York.
We gather up the items, putting them into evidence bags. I will need to call New York once we have the next of kin information and let them make the notifications.
“Thanks, Max,” I tell him, but he just waves.
We get back to the precinct, and I pass both names of the victims to Mya, who looks up their next of kin information.
“As expected, Mr. Whistler is married to Bernice, has three kids, all in college at NYU, and he’s the CEO at Pharmtech in New York, and his address is 400 Broadlear Dr, PH 2, in New York,” she says, and I jot the information down.
“Jennifer Carey, also married. Her husband's name is Jonathan, they have no kids, and she works as a secretary at Pharmtech in New York. Her address is 95 Hawkins Rd, Lot 41, in Wap Falls, NY.”
I leave the conference room to make some calls. It takes me half an hour to get someone to do both notifications to the next of kin. When I walk back into the conference room, I see Heath sleeping in a chair, and Mya on her laptop.
“Shall we go back to your hotel so you can grab your things and check out?”
“Sure, but you are going to need to pack a bag as well, right?” she asks.
“Yes, ma’am, but we can stop by my place after we take care of your things,” I tell her softly before adding, “Do you want to wake sleeping beauty, or should I?”
She giggles, and Heath says, “I’m not sleeping hoes, but can we get food before we hit the road? I am hungry again.”
Mya and I both can’t help the laughs that escape us.
“Let’s go, bottomless pit,” Mya jokes.
Heath stands up, and I help Mya from her seat. She packs up her laptop and zips the bag just as Nora walks in.
“Are you all leaving already?” she asks softly.
“Yes, but we will be back, so keep my seat warm for me,” Heath says before hugging her.
Mya also hugs Nora, “Remember if you need anything, just call us, we should be back in a couple of days.”
Nora nods as she pulls away from the hug.
“I’ll call you once we have the footage,” I tell her, and she nods.
I follow Heath and Mya out of the conference room and find the Commander waiting for us. “Before you go, I received a call from the missing persons division, seems Mr. Arnold Fischer reported his wife, Gretchen, missing. Said she never came home last night, and he was told she left the office yesterday afternoon.”
“Is she missing, or did she run?” Mya asks.
“Right now, we will treat it as a missing case, and I will reiterate that in my press conference this afternoon,” he tells us, and we all nod.
“We should be back in a couple of days, hopefully with some new leads or news,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Be safe, all of you,” he tells us before walking away.
We continue out of the precinct, getting in the car, and I drive them both to the hotel. Once they pack their belongings and check out, they get in their car and follow me to my house so I can pack a bag before I ride with them.
I’m excited to be going to Maine with Mya, but I try not to let the giddiness show.
Once I’m packed and the house is locked up, we stop to get something to eat. Since Heath was hungry, we allowed him to choose what he wanted to eat, and he chose sandwiches. I directed Mya to the best sandwich shop in Boston. In my opinion, they have a perfect Philly cheesesteak.
We walk in, and the owner, Mr. Lionel, greets me by name, “Hey Shane, it’s been a while.”
He’s an older, Italian, gentleman in his 60’s, but you would never know it by the way he still moves around. The friendliest man I have ever met and knows all his customers by name and order.
“Hey, Mr. Lionel. Yeah, things have been crazy busy lately,” I tell him.
“You bring me two newbies?” he calls out.
“I did. Meet Mya and Heath, they are from Maine,” I tell him.
“Ahh, I love new people,” he says as he walks around the counter. “You are a very tall, young man, I bet you eat a lot,” he tells Heath and Mya giggles.
“Yes, Sir, I do,” Heath replies, not ashamed to admit it.
“Do you cook?” he asks him.
“No, Sir,” Heath responds.
“Learn to cook, you make a man very happy when you fill his belly right,” Mr. Lionel says.
I watch as Heath blushes.
He looks over at Mya, “Ahh, pretty one. You are strong and tough,” he says, looking at her, then he looks up at me and nods. “You will make my Shane happy, and he will make you happy. It’s a perfect union,” he tells us, taking both of our hands and clasping them together. “This is real love,” he says, and I watch as Mya’s face turns crimson.
