Ordinary Life

True Killer

March 14, 2015

I walk out to my car, with many things on my mind. Brandon or Justin are the alleged killer along with Wyatt, the information Faith spilled on Charlie last night, and of course, my mind was on Bruno. I'm trying to cope with so many things all at once but once again in my life I feel like I'm dying. But I don't want anyone to know that. I don't want people to know I'm hurting.

I opened my car door and one by one, I put my bag, coffee, and keys down. My phone rang and I began to rush. "He-hello?" "Good morning, am I speaking to Genevieve?" I don't know why, but started to become nervous. "This is she. Who's asking?" "My name is Janet from the DNA Diagnostics Center, located in Los Angeles." "Okay, Janet, what is the purpose of this call." "Well ma'am, your DNA results are in. You can pick up the results or we can email them to you." "But I did not request a DNA test. Matter of fact, I don't know what this is for." "Ms. Reynolds, the Federal Bureau of Investigation requested the test, and informed us that we are to send the results to you." I pulled the phone away from my ear, thinking this woman was absolutely crazy. "I will come to pick it up. I don't want this conversation being monitored anymore."
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"Hello, my name is Genevieve Reynolds, I'm here to pick up the DNA results for the FBI." I say to the receptionist. "Okay. We will bring it to you momentarily." The lady smiled.

Before I could sit down, I hear my name being called. "Genevieve Reynolds? Genevieve..." "That's me." I raise my hand and walk to the man. "Good morning Genevieve, my name is Landon Price. I conducted the DNA testing and confirmed everything. Come to the back. I'd like to explain what is going on right now."

I was suspicious, so I kept my eyes open for anything. "I know you're confused right now Ms. Reynolds, but please understand, the reason for this test was in request of Justin Richards." Landon said.

We walking into his office, in which he closed the door. We sat down at the same time and he prepared the test results. "Mr. Richards brought in evidence from a crime scene. A knife." Landon pulled out the bloodied knife in a tightly sealed plastic bag. "We found a fingerprint on the handle of the knife. When we tested the finger print, we traced it down to this gentleman." Mr Price slid a white paper, faced down across his desk. I hesitated touch it. I was going to find out everything. Justin or Brandons name was on this paper. I don't know whose name I was more frightened to see.

But when I read the results, Brandon nor Justin were on the paper.

It was Charlie.