If I Fail c 2012 by Marian Lanouette
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Chapter Four
Jake watched Cara process his request. She looked over at Jacobson. He nodded to her."
"I need to lie down. Just do it. I’m not watching you rifle through her things. Knowing someone was in her stuff would kill her,” Cara said angrily. She turned to leave the room; then spun back to Jake. “Make sure, Lieutenant, you catch the bastard who did this to our mother.”
Seth left the room, chasing after his sister. “Well, that went well. Are you staying, Counselor?” Jake asked.
“Yes.”
Jake sent Louie out to their car to grab the evidence kits. They put on their gloves in preparation of their search of Chelsea’s room. Chelsea’s organizational skills showed. A neat
woman with good quality clothes, shoes, and furniture. Not an overabundance of anything. It looked like she lived within her means. All of Chelsea’s jewelry was fourteen karat gold. Everything in the room was so precisely organized, it almost hurt. Clothes were color coordinated in both the closet and the drawers.
The top drawer held her functional underwear. Jake discovered the sexy lingerie in the second drawer. He couldn’t tell if they were new or old. She took care of everything she owned. Her bathroom, free of clutter, shined to a gloss. In her closet, her shoes were lined up under matching outfits. A high end fabric covered the bed without all the fuss of pillows some women liked. It told Jake a lot about the woman.
Chelsea Adams was a practical, confident, organized woman, who wasn’t afraid to show her feminine side. A question popped into Jake’s head. Who was she showing it to?
He didn’t get into details too much with the kids. They weren’t up to it. Jake and Louie left the house and headed over to her office next. Jake wanted to get a total feel for Chelsea by the end of the day.
Chelsea worked for the State as a social worker. Her office was located on Thomaston Avenue. It was a long, grey concrete, unimaginative office building, like most state office buildings. The structure was divided in half. The Unemployment Office was situated on one side;
the other side housed the Welfare Department, now called Social Services. They headed into the Welfare office. The receptionist didn’t bother to look up; she pointed to a sign-in sheet. On principle, Jake didn’t sign in; he held his shield under her nose until she acknowledged him.
