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Cole
No one believed what had happened, even when the body of Morris Karsten was found, lying face down in the woods, a bullet in his head, just a few inches from his broken cell phone.
He had always seemed like such a nice guy. Always donating to charity, helping out at fundraisers. Who would want to kill a person like that?
What made everything worse was that his own daughter had to listen to his death over the phone. Tate Karsten was supposedly a really nice girl, so she didn't deserve to have to go through something like that.
The story was that he had actually called her. He must not have loved her that much to make her go through that type of pain. Then again, that might have just been a story. She might have been the one to call him, possibly needing help on a homework problem while her mother wasn't around.
The only problem with that theory was that it had been a Saturday night. No one that I ever heard of did their homework while they could be out having fun. Of course, I didn't really know Tate that well, so I could be wrong.
Right now, though, the fact of the matter was that Mr. Karsten was murdered, and his funeral was happening in about a week. Everyone in town was going to attend, what with how popular the man was, and how small the town of Alden, Minnesota is. Respect could've been another motive too.
Even though the case of Morris Karsten was still in action, the police knew how important it was for the navy man to go to his grave peacefully. At first, they had protested against the early burial, but finally gave in after half the town came against them. They made sure to clean his body of all DNA evidence that would be needed in the case so they could use it for future reference.
I myself was going to attend, and I needed a suit. I was trying on my old one that I had used for a past wedding, and my mom was fussing with the hem, even though I thought it looked fine. And I voiced my opinion.
"I just think that it should reach a few inches down," she replied, tugging on the hem of my jacket again.
"Mom, it's about four years old," I explained. "It was bound to get a little bit smaller on me. But I really think it will be fine for the funeral. No one will notice if the hem's a little too far up. Heck, even I don't notice."
She finally stopped trying to make it reach down more, and stood up straight, examining her work. "I guess it will have to do," she sighed.
"There's really no point in buying me a new one."
"But this is for the funeral of a man who was in the navy."
"Yes, you're right. It is for a funeral. People are supposed to look a little worn out."
She rolled her eyes, not wanting to agree with my logic. She wasn't the type of person that liked not getting her way. Not that anyone really was.
I began taking off the jacket. I was sure it fit, and I hated dressing up, so I wanted to get it off ASAP.
My mom stopped me. "What are you doing?"
"Taking off the suit. I know it fits. I don't need to wear it any longer."
"I need to make the marks for the tailor so she can make the adjustments."
I bent my head back and groaned. She was not going to let this go. How could I have even thought for a second that she would've?
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The File
AcciónTate Karsten always knew her dad was in danger, being a naval soldier, but she never thought that she would become a target as well. One night her father calls her to destroy one of his files. But before she does that he has her memorize what's on i...
