I've Got the Strangest Feeling This Isn't Our First Time Around

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"Yes, that's Molly Turner." Luigi confirms, bored.

"Do you need a moment alone?" the cop asks.

"Why?" Luigi sounds genuinely confused by that.

"So you can say goodbye." The cop says like it's obvious.

The baby cries as he feels himself pulled away from the soft place he was in just a moment ago.

"Shut up." The new voice snaps. "You're gonna wake the neighbors."

The baby pays no mind, just keeps screaming.

"I said goodbye a long time ago." Luigi says flatly.

"We have resources available, if you need help grieving." The cop offers.

"And you're sure it was an overdose?" Luigi asks instead, catching the cop off guard.

"Yes we are."

"Then you're an idiot." Luigi crosses his arms.

"Look, when someone dies of a purposeful overdose, as opposed to an accident there tends to be..." the cop stops his walk to ask. "Am I allowed to continue?"

"Tends to be what?" Luigi doesn't get where the formality is coming from.

"Subtle clues. History of overdose, the dosage taken, a note." The cop counts them off.

"She overdosed on Tylenol." Luigi points out. "Which is known for not being fast acting, and by the time anyone would've known something was wrong, it would've been too late. Not to mention she would've been in agony the whole time. Why would she do that when opioids could've killed her in her sleep?"

"Why didn't she shoot herself and be done with it?" the cop snarks. "It's not our job to know why someone chooses a more painful method. Clearly your foster mother wanted to suffer."

"And the Tylenol?" Luigi asks, sitting down in the conference room they find themselves in.

The cop shows him the photo, "All over the floor...and her. Or what was left of it after she tried to throw up."

"Which hand did she use?"

"The scars were on her left hand."

"She wasn't left-handed."

"That's not important."

"It should be."

"Not with an overdose." The cop explains. "She's covered in her own vomit, and her insides are utterly ruined." He shows all the other photos.

"How many photos are there?" Luigi asks, still stoic.

"Enough to snap photos of the entire building." The cop assures him.

"Make some copies for me."

"That's not how this works." The cop says, then changes the subject. "Why weren't you close with your foster mother?"

"Who says I wasn't?" Luigi counters.

"Typically, when someone gets news someone they knew personally has died, especially like this, they don't do what you're doing."

"That happen a lot?"

"Yes it does."

"Oh boo hoo." Luigi rolls his eyes.

"I'll ask again, why weren't you close with her?"

"I'm not a murderer."

"I never said you were."