Waters Course

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>         The
autopsy room was located in the state’s police department rather than the local
one where Danny currently worked. Luckily it was relatively close from the main
road.

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department. It was rather quiet inside and she made her way to the front desk.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Hello, can I help you miss?” a
somewhat fat policeman asked her.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Yes, my name is Rachel Waters and I
believe Dr. Albert is expecting me.”

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The fat policeman picked up his phone and made
a quick call followed closely by another. He smiled at Rachel and told her to
sit and wait a moment. She did what she was told and sat down. Adjusting the
position of her bag she looked around. Everything was clean and she figured it
was probably twice the size of the one Danny worked on. Suddenly the front door
opened and two cops entered bringing with them a man. Rachel watched as the
cops dragged the apparent drunken body of a male with short black hair and
battered clothes. On his way to the front desk he turned his head and looked at
Rachel. Their eyes met for some time and when he was taken inside she shuddered
heavily.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Are you alright miss?” another cop,
who had approached from her left, asked.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> I’m fine, thank you.”

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Are you Rachel Waters?” the same
cop asked.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Yes I am.”

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Follow me please. I’ll take you to
Dr. Albert.” He announced.

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rachel got up and made to follow the tall cop.
On her way to the side door she looked back towards the door leading to the
cells. The drunk had given her the creeps. The problem was they were the good
kind.