Waters Course
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style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rachel Waters woke up to the sound of
the telephone ringing. Groaning she picked up the receiver and grunted a hello.
“Rachel,
it’s me, Mac. You are home right?” a man’s voice asked,
his question sounding a bit desperate.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Yeah Mac, you called my house
number remember?” Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
question. Look do you
have a good camera with you? We got a murder three blocks from your house and
it sounds like Danny is on the case.”
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Don’t worry Mac. I’m on it.”
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up with renewed vigor. She got dressed quickly and grabbed her best camera on
the way out as well as her house and car keys.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> Rachel
worked as a photographer for a local newspaper and specialized in crime scene
photos. Having grown up in a big city she had learned to deal with crime at a
very young age. Of course it was something she always sent to the back of her
mind. The last thing she wanted was to remember bad things. The city she lived
in now was smaller but it still had its share of crimes. 99% of the deaths were
either accidental or suicide. The 1% of murders was a statistic because three
years before Rachel’s arrival a 15 year-old kid shot his best friend in the
head for stealing his girlfriend.
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drove as fast as she could to get to the scene for some good photos.
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the one she worked for – it was clear that only Donald would be there. But then
again she hadn’t been around when the only murder had occurred. So she was a
bit shocked to find a sea of vans with satellite dishes on top.
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press is here. Great, just great, she thought grimly. She hated the
presence of video cameras as they always brought back bad memories. Taking deep
breaths she focused on the work ahead. She left her car, camera hanging from
her neck, and made her way closest to the scene as she could.
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square where loads of people stood watching the place where a corpse was
laying. Or would have been. After a
lot of pushing Rachel reached the yellow plastic strip keeping everyone away
from the actual crime scene. All she could see in the middle of the
circle the strip created was a puddle of dry blood and two men with gloves and
flashlights searching for some clue. She frowned and looked at her watch. It
showed 7:08h. Why is the body gone
already? She wondered. Turning to her right she faced a man writing
frantically in his pad.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Excuse me. When did they remove the
body?” she asked politely.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“About twelve minutes ago.” He answered,
checking his notes.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Thank you.”
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I’m too late,
she thought bitterly and reluctantly started taking photos of the blood and the
CSI. She knew they would be of poor importance. The story was nothing without a
picture of the body.
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see who it was. Standing in front of her, clean face, short hair, blue shirt
and jeans, was Donald, her paper’s most talked-about reporter and most eligible
bachelor. He held a pad to her face and gave her a 5-second view of what was
written on it. Then she was facing his brown eyes again.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I hope you are aware that you are
fifteen minutes late.” He commented in his usual snobbish way.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Yes I know that. However that is
not my fault. Mac should have called earlier.”
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Whatever. Look, Danny is running
the show. Perhaps you could squeeze something out of him.” Donald suggested
with a strange glint in his eye.
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way. She knew it wouldn’t be too hard finding Daniel Yarts
a.k.a. Danny. He would stand out of the crowd, screaming orders in every
direction. This time, however, she found him sitting in the back of a van with
a laptop in his lap.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Chatting with some Brazilian
room?” she asked smiling.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Do you think our murderer is
there?” he asked with a mock frown.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“You never know. Everything can
happen these days.”
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I’ll have to check it out later.
Rachel.
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red line passing through what would be his neck. The line went back all the way
towards the graphic of a building and it stopped at a window of what appeared
to be the 10th floor. She nodded and he turned it again. After
pressing a few keys he smiled widely.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> He said happily.
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near Rachel.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“How would you like to get some
exclusive photos?” he asked.
autopsy room? It will
lose its’ charm but you know I’m a sucker for exclusives.”
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Good. I’ll make it possible if you
go out with me.”
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Consider it as a trade. It suits us
both.” He tried again.
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> I’ll call you.”
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