Still Here (Zak Bagans fanfic)

Chapter 4 - Time

"Okay, so. What I have found this far is that a Doctor John Whitaker worked for the hospital from 1967 until the hospital shut down in 1978. He actually is currently living here in town at the ripe old age of 80." Aaron said as he walked over to me and Zak showing us the pictures and articles he found.

"And I found that Annie is buried in the Longfellow Cemetery up the road. Her sister, Margaret lives on Donner street." Zak said, not looking up from his computer.

"I think I need to pay her a visit." I softly said.

Kyle had went back home, mad at the fact that I was stealing all of his spotlight as he put it, like I could help it. He said he didn't want to be a part of the investigation anymore and even went as far as requesting a refund. What a child.

"I can go with you." Zak spoke up and said, finally taking his eyes off of his computer and looking at me placing his hand on top of mine.

"Okay, I'd like that." I said to him, giving him a soft smile.

Jesus what is this man doing to me? After my last relationship, I vowed to myself to never get seriously involved with a man again, yet this man sitting next to me somehow has broken down my walls some in a matter of hours. We were sitting there, his hand on top of mine, looking into one another's eyes when we heard someone clear their throat behind us.

"Excuse us for interrupting your moment, but aren't we supposed to be here doing research and not ogling at each other?" Nick asked with a laugh.

Zak broke eye contact with me and quickly removed his hand from atop of mine before going back to research on his computer. I quickly readjusted myself and went back to reading newspaper articles from 1973 when Annie was murdered.

"Wait, hang on. This article here says that foul play was suspected in her death, but without sufficient evidence they couldn't press charges on anyone." I said, holding up the newspaper article I was looking at.

"So what exactly are we to do then?" Nick asked, taking the article out of my hands and reading it.

"I'm going to see Margaret."

I got up from the table and quickly left the library, heading to my Jeep. As I got to the door, my head began spinning once more with voices coming at me from every direction. It wasn't until I heard a deep voice behind me, that I pulled out of the multiple vices trying to talk to me.

"Hey, I told you I would come with you. You could have waited up for me." Zak said as he opened my car door for me.

"I'm sorry, I just want to get this figured out for Annie. I feel so bad for her, all these years people thought she overdosed on medications but yet she was murdered all because a man got her pregnant. I don't see how that is all her fault, and then he gets off free? I'm almost betting he paid off the police." I said, anger filling my voice.

Annie was a 24 year old woman who was having a secret affair with a 30 year old doctor and he got her pregnant. She shouldn't have been having an affair, but that doesn't mean she deserved to die. It pissed me off beyond belief that this poor girl had to die at the hands of a man that took advantage of her. And boy, did I know how that felt.

"Actually, Nick found evidence that Whitaker was best friends with the chief of police at the time of Annie's death. So there's a good chance we can get the case reopened and examined. She didn't deserve to die for something that was just as much his fault as hers." Zak said to me as he shut my door and got in the passenger side of my vehicle.

I drove to Margarets house, hesitating to get out of the car due to the fact I was terrified she was going to think I was some kind of nut job showing up at her door. I gently knocked on her front door before a little old lady opened the door, tears filling her eyes.

"She has come to you too, hasn't she?" She asked me before I could even get a word out to her.

"Annie? Yes. How did you know that's why I was here?" I asked her as she opened the screen door and ushered Zak and I inside.

"She comes to me too, sometimes. She told me you would be coming."

"We have proof that she didn't overdose. We wanted your permission to go to the police and have her body exhumed, and to reopen the case." Zak said as I sat at the table with Margaret, gently grabbing one of her frail hands.

"Please. Prove to them my sister didn't overdose and find her killer." Margaret said, tears streaming down her face.

"We have already found her killer, and have proof to take to the police. We are going to get her closure so she can Rest In Peace." I said to her, tapping the top of her hand softly.

"Thank you."

Zak and I left Margaret's house and immediately went straight to the police station. I bursted through the doors like I owned the place, and asked for the chief off police. The receptionist hesitated, until she saw the company I had with me. I guess being famous got you places in life when being a regular old person wouldn't. She swiftly came back and opened the side door for us, showing us the way into the Chiefs office.

"Hello, my name is Sarah and this is Zak. We have proof that a 1973 case wasn't an accident and was actually a murder, and with permission from the sister of the victim, we wanted to request that the case be reopened." I said bluntly, getting straight to the point.

"What proof do you have? If it is sufficient enough, I would gladly reopen it. And what case are we talking about?" The chief asked us.

"Annie Harding. 1973 she was found in room 202 of the now abandoned hospital and was presumed dead by accidental overdose. But we have proof suggesting otherwise."

"Let me see it."

Zak and I handed over all of the papers we had found at the library, and even the medical file of Annie given to us by Margaret, proving she never had a back injury or even a prescription of pain killers. The chief looked over all of the evidence we handed him and neatly stacked it, putting it in a brown envelope.

"I will reopen it. But, I have to say it may take a while to exhume and get everything gathered that is absolutely necessary to go forward with a case." The chief told us.

"Completely understandable. Thank you chief. This will finally give Annie and her sister the closure they both need." I told him with a smile, and reaching across his desk to shake his hand.

He nodded at us, then Zak and I walked back to my car together.

"So, how bout you and I get dinner? Just you and me?" Zak asked me as he got into my car.

"I think I would like that." I responded with a smile across my face.