From the Desk of Max Anderson: The Tiktoker's Death

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When the corner arrived, he knew that he might be able to get some answers that didn't involve social media or making himself look like an ass. The older man was there and was looking over the victim, "hey it's the teacher guy from tik tok." The coroner said, and all Max can do was shake his head. Apparently, the only person in the world who was not on tiktok was him.

"Can you tell me how he died?" Max asked as he looked at the older man. He was starting to lose his legendary cool. "Or when?"

Knowing that this was going to be a long shot he was hoping that the older man was going to be able to give him some kind of information of a timeframe that he could work with. He had found that it was easier to have information given to him within three days of a death. It seemed that after that everything just disappeared for people's memories. Once again it was one of those things that he thought that social media was responsible for. The fact that people couldn't remember anything past the day. They were mostly self-centered as well. They really thought people cared about their online presence. Max knew that he was a little jaded and outdated in his belief. He really tried not to be, but it was hard in this line of work.

"Well, it looks like it's a stab wound. You can't hold me to any of this information but the big hole through his rib cage might be a huge indicator of how he died." the coroner said, and Max just looked at him knowing that the man was going to continue to be sarcastic towards him. It wasn't like he couldn't see the giant hole in the man's chest, but he was hoping that there would be something a little more differential when it came to diagnosing it. He was already exhausted because of this crime scene, and he really didn't want to have anything to do with someone being even more sarcastic with him. He knew that he would win if his sarcastic side came out and it would also be bad because he would be written up for it.

"Approximate time of death?" Max asked as he stood there waiting for the man to give him any more information that he could. At this point anything would be helpful. This way he had a window to look into to.

"Temperature is reading that he was dead for at least sixteen hours." the coroner replied as he looked at Max. "If the ambient temperature of the house right now is what it was that's what the configuration would be."

"Thank you." Max said as he wrote all of that down knowing that he had to go and figure out what this person was doing seventeen hours ago. luckily, he had found in the past that sometimes social media helped him. We had to assume that this person had a phone and computer that he would be able to look at.

that's when there was a commotion at the front entrance. Not only was there a young woman there. There was a man standing next to her. "What is going on here?" the woman demanded to know from behind the police tape.

"And you are?" Max asked as he walked out of the house to see who this person was.

"April Klein." she replied as if that meant anything to Max.

"And how do you know the person that lives here?" Max asked as he looked her over and she was becoming more and more aggravated with the fact that she couldn't get into the apartment.

"I told you who I was so what does it matter. Why are the police here and in his apartment? Did he have some kind of altercation or something?" April asked as she looked at Max almost with a smug smile on her face. Max was now interested in this person in front of him. The smile said everything to him and he wanted to know more about the relationship between her and the victim.

"The person that resides at this apartment is deceased." Max replied waiting to see what her reaction was going to be knowing that this woman was not going to be easy to get through to.

"You're joking right." she replied and the man next to her his face went completely blank.

"No ma'am I'm detective Anderson with the Midlands Police Department. I'm in charge of this case now can you tell me how exactly do you know the victim?" Max asked as he looked at the woman who still didn't believe what he was saying. It was almost like she believed that this was on TV or something and that the person was playing a huge practical joke on her. It did seem that the man who was standing next to her completely understood what was going on. Next it registered that right away and it was going to be his turn on the hot seat in a few moments but right now he was going to focus on the woman who start this was some kind of joke.

"Camp right he's just playing. There's nothing that you can tell me that would say that he's dead." April replied as she looked at Max.

"Ma'am the corner will be wheeling out the body shortly and I want you to understand that the Police Department doesn't play jokes like this. There is nothing that we know about the victim at the moment could you please tell me how you know him?" Max asked as he was getting ready to turn because he knew he wasn't going to get any real answers from this woman. From the manicured nails and the hair that had just been dyed he knew that this woman was extreme high maintenance and was probably the victim's girlfriend with the way that she was acting.

"I'm his girlfriend. We're gonna be getting married in a few months." April replied as she looked at him and that's when it started to sink in for her that maybe Max wasn't playing a joke on her. Of course, the stretcher had just been brought in from the corners man and on it was the body bag. Max knew that it was only gonna be a matter of moments before they wheeled the body out. He was already motioning to some of the officers that were there for security to make sure that they blocked the entire thing from the media.