I barely last a day before going stir-crazy. So, I snoop. I’m not sure if I’m trying to find out where he’s gone or when he’ll be back. When the next few hours provide nothing, I’m back in front of the box of files. Not that I’m really interested in tax returns and insurance forms, but there’s gotta be a mention of Amy somewhere.
There is. In the very back, in a file with no label, there’s a white unopened envelope with the words printed “from the office of DEA AGENT BEN HALLORAN.” Inside is an autopsy report. It’s a Xeroxed copy, with a handwritten note on the top. You deserve the truth.
I start reading. Most of the medical jargon is lost on me, but I can read the bold print. The date on top is from two years ago. Amy Sanchez, age 22, died from unnatural causes. Foul play is suspected.
