Justice Served

Chapter 5

At 7 am, everyone was hard at work to give Samara‟s soul justice. Afterall that‟s what DOJ worked for. The FBI headquarters was busy with files inones hand, another agent drinking fresh coffee and another typing into thecomputer. They checked medical records, bills, even receipts for take away foodand parking tickets. They left no leave unturned. No file was left closed. Theyopened everything. Friends, family, high school teachers, the college she went to,the place where she met her husband, their vacations together, her husband‟swork, even her husband‟s friends and coworkers. 

 The watchman had sat with the sketch artist and was told to tell himwhat the last visitor to Samara looked like. They had circulated the sketch to allthe local police departments and were ordered to keep a look out for him, andinform the FBI if something came up. While everyone had a file or coffee inhand, Charlotte was looking at the sketch of Samara's last visitor. Nick noticedthis and went over to her. 

"You are not going to find him just by looking at his picture." 

"I don‟t know why," Charlotte began, "but he is vaguely familiar. It‟s like I had known him a while ago." 

"Now why would you know a guy like him?" 

"I don‟t know." Charlotte pondered in an inaudible voice.

After the day‟s work, everyone retired but Charlotte‟s team. Cooper waslooking into her financials, Murphy was tracking her credit card for the lastmonth. Natasha had texted Charlotte about the medical analysis of the body. 

The text said:Nothing else so far. 

 Nick was checking her next of kin and any motives for murder. It turnedout that she had only one other sibling, a sister. Her name was Lanie Goodmanand she was married to an English bakery owner. She was living quitecomfortably in the British countryside of Cornwall. 

 Charlotte was running after a dark silhouette in the loading dock. Thesilhouette disappeared between the stacked containers. She had reached thecorner of the dock just when the silhouette came back into view and pushed herinto the water. She struggled violently to breath underwater and suddenlyeverything was still. Charlotte had drowned in the deep waters, her body laymotionless.She woke up. 

 Charlotte checked the time on her wristwatch. It was two in the morning.Seeing that wristwatch brought back a flood of memories. She remembered hernineteenth birthday when her mother, Savannah, had gifted her that watch. Itwas a limited edition, a combo of silver-bronze metal. It was the best birthdayever. The whole family and her high school friends had come to wish her.Detective Benson was so proud of his eldest daughter that he kept bragging infront of his friends, even his senior, Chief Watson. They had gone to a fishing trip following her birthday and celebrating heracceptance in Stanford Medical School. It was a great time of her life and shewould never forget it. Charlotte had teased her younger brother about how shewas now independent and he wasn‟t."Jealous?"

"Why should I be? You just passed high school to go to another school." thiswas the reply of the younger Benson, although he knew in his heart that hewould miss the old sister who had taken care of him and gave him advice whenhe needed it the most. They were a small happy family who.... Nick‟s voice brought her out of the flashbacks. 

"I think you should gohome." 

"No, I‟m fine. If everyone else is staying then so am I." 

"Who were you screaming at?" 

"What?" Charlotte was caught off guard by Moreau‟s question. 

"In your dream. I heard you saying something like "why did you do this to me?What did I ever do to you?" High school bullying?"