Neely [On Hold]

I

     It was on the day of August 24, 2013 they said.  No they didn't say, they assumed, and they had assumed it when they had found the already rotting body of Austin Moore. The day was a humid one. It was rainy, yet cheerful - the perfect kind of day for murder.

     I walked into the office with pride as the counter woman buzzed me in.

     "Mr. Felix will be with you shortly," said the quirky brown-haired receptionist.

     Just then, as if on cue, a man I knew well came through the doors of the DNA lab. Mr. Felix was a man of middle age and his features showed it clearly.

     He had pale skin, unmistakable lines on his face known as frown lines or stress marks, and his hair was combed in a sideways part. You could barley see it though, he was close to bald. He always wore a brown suit, and he was tall and lean.

     "It's nice to see you again, Ms. Burns," said he.

     "I would say the same if we weren't standing in a crime lab right now," I repled.

     He gave a weak smile and led me to the room where he would tell me about the crime we would all get to know so well.