The policewoman led me to a door which was locked, and as she put the key into the lock she said to me:
"I apologise for the fact that it's really cold in here, it has to be so that the evidence doesn't get spoiled."
"Evidence?" I said.
"This room is our little Irish morgue, we keep murdered bodies in here."
"Oh..."
She pushed the door open and I immediately felt a blast of cold air.
"Hello, Jack!" she greeted the man who was examining a body on a metal table.
"Oh, hello Rose! I wasn't expecting you to be down here so soon! I'll just put our John Doe out of the way, and then you can get to work." he replied.
"John Doe?" I asked, puzzled.
"That's what we call the men who we don't know the name of, sonny. The women are Jane." he told me.
"You mean to say that you have no idea who this man is?"
"Nope, haven't a clue. They found him in France last night, he got here just this morning."
"So he's he man from the news report?"
"Indeed."
I looked at the man more closely, and recognised the dark hair and unmistakable defined cheekbones of one of my best friends.
"I think I know who he is..." I whispered.
"What's that, Niall?" said Rose
"I think I know who he is. Can I take a look at his face?"
"Sure, but don't touch him." said Jack.
I walked closer to the table and I knew as soon as I saw his face that I knew exactly who he was.
"It's Zayn Malik..." I choked out. "One of my best friends. I knew it was him when I saw his cheekbones, you could almost cut someone with those cheekbones."
"Oh, Niall. I'm so sorry." said Rose.
"I didn't think I'd lose another bandmate so soon... Liam died 13 years ago." I said as tears began to fall down my cheeks.
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FanfictionA young boy senses that something mysterious is going on in his home one stormy night. The next morning his uncle decides to investigate and finds a girl, beaten and weak from hunger, curled up on a mattress in his nephew's old room, to which they h...
