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After a long, cold winter, signs of spring had finally arrived in Nova Scotia. Birds were returning. The snow cover was melting
A warmer April rain had sped up the thaw in some areas. The thaw which had uncovered a body, half-buried near a local hiking trail.
In the forensics lab at the Halifax PD headquarters, Sarah removed her gloves, having completed her preliminary examination of the hiker. The examination had revealed signs of strangulation, defensive wounds. Two small puncture wounds at the back of the victim’s neck, which was odd. They were looking at a murder. A murder with eerily similar signs to one they’d investigated in the fall.
Rolling her head from side to side, feeling the tension in her shoulders, Sarah shrugged off her lab coat and headed down the hallway to her office.
“Dr. Truong?”
She turned. It was Tina, one of the younger lab techs, who despite Sarah’s insistence that she call her by her first name, still couldn’t seem to drop the honorific.
“Yes, Tina?”
“You have a phone call, a Superintendent Joe Donovan from the St. John’s Police Department? Something about the Miller case. I put it through to your office.”
Joe. Well there was a blast from the past.
“Thanks,” said Sarah, forcing a smile as she opened the door to her office. She picked up the phone.
“Joe, hi! Yeah, it’s great to hear from you. What can I...okay. Right, okay. Yeah, I can tell you what I know from my initial examination.”
*****
An hour later, Sarah remained in her office, lost in thought. A hiker in St. John’s had found a body with similar puncture wounds to the one HPD had found in the fall, and the one that currently lay in her lab. The evidence suggested a link between all three bodies. As suspected, they were likely dealing with a serial killer. Sarah had been working closely with Detective Samantha Larson on the case in Halifax, and now SJPD wanted one of their detectives to come down to investigate the similarities between their case and this one. Their detective would be arriving that afternoon.
Sarah let out a frustrated sigh.
Of course it would be him. Fate was cruel that way.
Two years since she’d left the job in Newfoundland. Two years since she’d said goodbye to her life there, since she’d packed up and moved to Halifax.
Two years since they’d...well they hadn’t really said goodbye, had they?