I am like my mother in the sense for me to retell a story I tend to start from the beginning or what appears like irrelevant explanation but when all is said and done you have a clear picture of everything that transpired and why. My dad on the other hand is the get to the point which usually starts with "a couple of things" and if there is a secret or something unexpected he starts with that first.
When my dad walked in he dropped a bomb but since I feel that I need to explain all that transpired before I divulge that.
My parents met with the city detective. For the record he was newly appointed to this position. The 20 year Chief of Police retired August 15, 2014. The detective at that time was made Interim Chief. The city limits had not had a murder in over 50 years. This means we had zero experience.
The detective stated we needed to gather any evidence we could and to document everything. Little did he know he was telling the family that does this gor everything they do. From planning weddings, to scrapbook fundraisers, to college planning, and up rooting our family so many times we have photographs, spreadsheets, receipts, and document everything. We have collectively done enough research between the 3 Associate degrees, 3 Bachelor's degrees, and 2 Master's degrees earn by the four of us that given this instruction was said but already being practiced. As I already had her Facebook backed up on my computer which included her Messenger and photos.
The Detective said he would go through the report and look into it. He said he would have to wait for the Autopsy to do anything because it could back that she died of natural causes. He said he would communicate with the Medical Examiner and just know if the cause has to wait for toxicology it could take months before we had it back.
He gave my parents his card and said to reach out if we had any more information. Then he said the most important detail we had learned thus far. The thing my dad came in the house saying first and my mom saying, "James" because she had wanted to lead into this detail.
The detective asked my parents, "Are you aware that his (my brother-in-law's) siblings had been in this morning with similar suspicions?"
I was dumbfounded... What!? His younger brother and sister went to the police department while we were at the flower shop knowing my brother-in-law would be busy and wouldn't happen to drive by the department and see them there. The police department is located on the corner of Main st. and a busy road which happens to sit across the street from a busy grocery store parking lot, not far from my brother-in-law's home. Mind you the city limits is one square mile so everything is within a short distance.
Seriously though, they thought he was the cause of her death, also. How do you say or ask them without leading on that you agree? I am close in age to his brother we actually were the only two in our siblings wedding. It was my sister, my brother-in-law, and then us as best man and maid of honor. He was first in family to go to college since my brother-in-law did not go. I was first since my sister did not finish a semester. I have always felt like we were similar in being the middle of three as well. How could I get information without saying, "I know where you were Wednesday, now tell me what you know?"
This is such a web and when it comes down to it my sister is gone. I still had to go through pictures and get them ready for my dad to make a video for the funeral. We had a lot to do in a short amount of time. I am now trying to figure out how to obtain information without being obvious. For someone who is not a liar and who finds it easier just to say what is on their mind this was going to be difficult. We had one more day before the viewing which was scheduled Friday and the Mass funeral on Saturday.
To be continued...
"Observe, record, tabulate, communicate. Use your five senses. Learn to see, learn to hear, learn to feel, learn to smell, and know that by practice alone you can become an expert." - William Osler
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