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keep the older cases. What
have I turned into?”
     
    She flipped on the computer and e-mailed
Barbara. “I’m going to call is it too late?”
     
    You can call any time you need to, day or
night.
     
    “Okay, you asked for it.” She dialed the
number.
     
    “Hello Ryan?”
     
    “Hi Barbara. I needed to have you on the
phone while I do this. I’m not sure what’s going to happen.” With
care, she explained the murders to the woman in as little detail as
possible. Dear God don’t let her be a reporter.
     
    Ryan opened the oldest file she shifted the
phone to her left ear. “You said photos can have impressions. I
took these photos, could I pick up my own impressions?”
     
    “Sometimes. Sometimes they are just paper. If
these are case pictures there may be other impressions on them from
other people that have handled them. You need to focus on you and
your memory of the event.”
     
    She sighed maybe this wouldn’t work after
all. “That’s just it. My memories of this autopsy are vague. I
thought maybe I could read the photos to help me remember
something.”
     
    Ryan swore she could almost hear the other
woman smiling as she spoke. “Try it. What’s the worst thing that
can happen?”
    With a swallow she thought about the worst
thing that could happen. Ryan would be the one to relive the tragic
death. Well here it goes. She picked up the photo she remembered
taking, the ID pic.
     
    She remembered angling the camera just right
so the bruising on the side of the girls face didn’t show so badly.
The uniform was waiting to take the picture to the parents to
confirm identity.
     
    Suddenly she was behind the camera. The photo
popped out and she handed it to the officer. Carefully she began to
go over the body for trace. There was sand in the girl’s ear and
mouth typical of what you find around Lake County and surrounding
areas. Ryan examined the clothing for any odd tears or anything
clinging that could be traced from the perpetrator.
     
    The seven stab wounds on the abdomen of the
girl looked very deliberate almost in a circle. There was something
sticking out of her pocket. A tube of lipstick. Ryan couldn’t let
go of the photo fast enough.
     
    She did remember pulling it and a mirror out
of the girls jeans and putting them in an evidence bag. She
remembered Barbara on the phone. “Sorry.”
     
    She told her what had happened. Not detailed
in case it proved to be important evidence wise.
     
    Barbara was impressed. “That’s good. I never
get more than a moment or two. Once I got a full minute vision but
it was like a collage of events. You have a strong gift Ryan. Once
you get the hang of it you can do a lot of good with it. But the
strength of it may fade with time.”
     
    She laughed because she wanted to cry and
Ryan was determined not to cry tonight. “Fading would be good.”
     
    After hanging up with Barbara she sat there
looking at the files. She wasn’t ready to do that again yet. At
least she knew she could let go and it would stop. Not like…
     
    The feeling of being alone seemed kind of
overwhelming right then. She thought about calling her sister but
Amber just treated her like she needed lithium or Prozac. In the
corner of the file Detective Prince had left a couple of phone
numbers.
     
    The phone on his desk rang. Thomas was on his
date with the sexy Silvia by now so it wasn’t him. He hoped it
wasn’t another discovery. “Detective Jackson Prince.”
     
    There was a long pause he was about to say
hello. “Hi, Detective. It’s Ryan, I’m sorry to call you like this.
I wasn’t even sure you’d be there.”
     
    He sat back in the chair and propped his feet
on the desk. “I don’t have a real life, I’m usually here trying to
stay in the good graces of my supervisor.” He said with a slight
laugh. “Did you find something new?”
     
    She was suddenly embarrassed that she had
called him. “Not really. I was just going through Sarah Green’s
jacket. Thanks