"No ones ever in before four." She murmured. The last thing Shae needed was her family catching her talking to herself. "Dad?" Her voice rang out again, calling through the house. "Dad, you home?" Of course he was home, his car was there. She dropped her bag onto the table and moved through to the living room. Empty. She tried the study. Empty. The only other option was her parents' bedroom, which may explain a fair amount. Chances were, after four years without a day off or holiday, her male parent had become exhausted. "Dad?" She shouted again. One hand knocked on the door quietly, afraid her dad was going to be asleep. 

She waited for a moment, and pushed the door open gently. 
"Dad?" Judging by the light of the room, her dad wasnt asleep, nor were the curtains closed. She poked her head round the door and instantly frowned. "Dad? Dad, what's wrong?" On the edge of the bed, the man sat drooped and slouched. "What's wrong?" Stepping closer, Shae came to a stop by the edge of the bed and waited. "Dad?" He gave a short laugh and sighed. 

"They gave the job away." 
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't get the job."
"But you're chosen specifically."
"He gave it to his own son."
"He's only just finished med school."
"I can't go back in now."
"That's not fair!" Shae shouted a little and took an extended exhale just to calm herself down. "Dad, you have to say something. You're the most qualified. You're the best cardiologist in the whole city." She hadn't even thought of that. If they asked her dad to look over the teacher she'd murdered that afternoon, they'd certainly notice there wasn't any real cause for his death, aside from sudden onset of a heart attack.