Melissa was tired. Mostly bleary-eyed, but she knew that she had to visit Marcus today. She had stayed away for a while, after a visit to the police station with the hand. She turned it in anonymously as a package and watched from her position behind the counter, making a fake report as the men opened the package and groaned aloud, thier hands immediately flying to their noses. She had struggled with herself internally, wondering if it won't be better for her to just dispose of the hand. But then she thought better of it and decided to hand it over to the police.
Melissa had told that officer who was taking down her statement - whose attention was then fixed on the box and his other workmates, that she'd be going and he barely registered her departure.
She had gone back to the station
