The Death Of Jackson Harris

Chapter 5

"Thank you for the coffee, Susan and Jack. Please don't hesitate to call if you have any questions or remember anything. We left both of our cards, so feel free to call us anytime. We will be sure to return every item from each box as soon as we finish."

"Thank you, Detective Moore and Detective Miller. Just please, find out who did this to my Austin; no other wife or family should go through this," Susan said with teary eyes again.

"We will find the man responsible," I promised and shook Jack's hand, who still was unsure about us.

Jacob and I walked to the car, and I put the last box in the back seat before getting in and sitting down. Jacob sighed and turned on the car, looking into the distance with thought. He tsked and shook his head, releasing another sigh before driving off. I could tell that the wife's crying got to him. Hell, it even got to me. Jacob kept glancing down at his own wedding ring when no one else was looking, and I could tell he was dying to call his wife.

"Why don't you drop me off and head to lunch? I have to get looking through all these boxes anyway."

"Nah, it's my case, I should -"

"Go home and see your wife. I'm sure she made you a good lunch and is expecting you."

He slowly nodded his head, and soon we finally arrived and found easy parking right by the building. There were only some detectives still here, but most were in the break room eating or out getting something. It made it easier for us to simply pass through with the boxes and not be questioned too much. The detectives that did ask accepted short replies and didn't see anything wrong with it. They believed Jacob was trying to find the actual killer and not trying to find Jackson Harris. We sat down the last few boxes on the ground near my desk and sighed in relief, our muscles begging for a break from the heavy lifting, and Gracelynn just watched us in amusement.

"Careful now, can't work if you break your back," she teased, to which Jacob gave a dry laugh and flipped her off.

"Alright, I'll be heading out now. Are you sure you're fine looking through the boxes by yourself for now?"

"I'm fine; now go before your hour is up!"

He waved me off before standing up straight and walking out, closing the office door behind him. I sighed and dropped my body down on the desk chair, Grace chuckling at my movements. Twenty-three boxes in total, and a lot of them had paper that I would need to look through thoroughly. This is the best day ever. I took off the lid of one box and took out the first piece of paper to see it was old notes from his college days. Who keeps college notes years after graduating? Cornell note style, good handwriting, not a single thing out of place. He was a good student and turned everything in, with no missing assignments, and was most likely top of his class. The first box was full of old college notes and assignments, nothing important. The second box was filled with snow globes that he got, most likely from each place he visited.

"Now, that's a lot of snow globes. Just proves the guy did know a lot of people."

"Which widens the list of people he's ever come in contact with," I sighed and wrote down each place he had a snow globe from. "From Brazil to Russia, how fantastic."

"Well, I have some good news for you."

"And what's that?" I asked, placing the snow globes carefully back in the box and placing the box on the floor beside my desk next to the first box.

"I've already finished the first folder of files and am on to the second. No serious offenses except for about nine other cases in the first folder. The rest is petty theft and assault but nothing concrete. So far, the second folder has been nothing of importance as well, but I am not even halfway done," she sighed and handed me a separate folder that held the nine important cases.