[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Back at the Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Michael Smith (Nal's NPC)[/center][hr][hr]

There was a sigh from Micheal at the other end followed by the rustling of papers. "Right the Emily Watson case, just finished up with the report about an hour ago." Lucinda held her breath. It was a bittersweet moment, putting a name to a murder. The name gave the victim a life, they weren't 'some dead person' they were a life, a human being. Someone who had a place in this world, family and friends, and that was both beautiful and depressing all at once. Lucinda made a mental note to pray for her loved ones that night. "The girl was named Emily Watson from what we found on her wallet. She died from trauma to the head, though weird thing was that it was completely clean. Like a surgical cut, other injuries was a large bruise across the back, no signs of drugs in her system or any kind of defensive wounds either." He answered. "Is that all you needed?" He asked.

Lucinda gave a sigh before pausing for quite some time. Her mind flew to the violent dream that had already been waaaay too close to this situation.[color=B0E0E6]"A bruise? Like... Say... She was thrown against a wall?"[/color] Her voice shaky,this was it really. A determinant that the dream was real, that the sinister shadowy face that stared at her was beyond her sleeping thoughts.

He would be surprised for a moment, and was silent for a few seconds before answering her. "Yes, exactly."

Lucinda was silent for a little longer. What if that figure was after her. If had thrown Emily like a ragdoll what damage could it do to someone of her petite size? [color=B0E0E6]"Anything else?"[/color]

"The only other thing, is the upper half of her brain is missing, cut cleanly just like the skull had been."

[color=B0E0E6]"Just... Gone?"[/color] She asks gently. This raised some questions. If the cut was so precise the killer obviously wanted a certain piece of the brain, or chunk... but what use would that be? [color=B0E0E6]"I mean... Must have been quick but how... Who'd be able to do that?" [/color]

"A bone saw, would cut through it easily."

[color=B0E0E6]"But skin usually can't be cut with a bone saw... Was the cut on the skin level with the skull?"[/color] On top of all the research to many stories Lucinda had retained stuff from medical documentaries that occasionally appeared when nothing decent was on TV. She always found the craft of surgery more intriguing than icky, not that she'd ever endeavour to go down that path

"Yes it was."

[color=B0E0E6]"And you have no clue?" [/color] She pressed

"On who the killer is? I wouldn't know, is there anything else you need?"

Lucinda sighed.[color=B0E0E6] "I suppose not. Can I give you my number, this case is just... Intriguing,"[/color] This wasn't even about the article anymore, she was intrigued in the case as a whole... And what it meant for her.

"Yes, of course if you have any further questions feel free to call back." Lucinda gave him her number and thanked him before hanging up. She rubbed her face and groaned. What a day! And it was only morning!