"Who are you, and how may I help you?" A feeble morgue attendant asked, feeling a bit frightened.
He beheld Jack who was hooded looking from the entrance.
The morgue was a bit dark and the temperature was about the melting point of ice.
That's part of the reason Jack dressed hooded.
"Uhhm, my name is Jack".
"Please I need you to help me out".
Jack drew close to him.
"Help you with what" The morgue attendant retreated.
"Please can you arrange an autopsy for me?". Jack whispered.
"What! For you? Are you dead?" The frightened morgue attendant asked jerkingly.
He became relieved abit as Jack drew close to him. He was convinced Jack meant no harm after he beheld him.
Jack scoffed.
"Oh no no, I need to get an autopsy report from one of the corpses here".
He crooned.
"Which corpse?"
"Mrs Sasha Pavluchenko; the murd... the suicide victim". Jack stuttered.
"How are you related to the victim?" The morgue attendant asked.
Jack drew closer and whispered;
"Listen sir, I am on a secret investigation here. I'm convinced the corpse was murdered, possibly poisoning.
Whoever killed her wanted people to think it was suicide".
"Firstly, you can't murder a corpse!"
"Secondly, if you're convinced it was murder, why do you still need an autopsy report?" The morgue attendant added feeling a bit lightened.
Jack tucked his hand in his jacket, raised his head and said; "You know, for someone who is quite sassy you don't really get things, do you?"
"I need you to examine the cause of her death, if it's poisoning; I need to know the kind of poison".
"No one outside the surgery needs to know about this, and any mars or incision made on the cadaver must be mended. You wouldn't want the relatives to start asking questions".
Jack said almost counting his words.
The morgue attendant felt he could trust Jack and agreed to help him.
* * *
"You two are in charge of the packaging right?" Maya asked Owen and Reily.
"Yes!" Owen retorted scornfully.
"Well three weeks ago, the 2kg bags of flour were wrongly accounted for; there were about three bags shortages. I wasn't the director then.
"Now last week, five bags are unaccounted for, are there any problems?" Maya asked.
"No, not at all Director".
We will resolve whatever problem there is". Reily said trying to relax the pressure.
"Please, I need the correct statistics of those bags by the end of the day". Maya said.
"Hold on, why are there red markings on those bags?" Maya pointed at a corner where the 2kg flour were kept.
"I... I mistakenly sp... spilled red paint on the bags today". Reily stuttered.
"Red paint?" Maya raised her brows.
"Y.. yes, to paint off the dented part of the truck". Reily answered trying to resist a stare at Maya.
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JACK'S JUSTICE
Misteri / ThrillerJack's Justice is about a determined boy who loves heroism and solving crimes. After his father was convicted, Jack set to clear his father's name and find the careless but clever criminal mastermind and serial killer to bring him to justice. There'...
