Why?
A whirlwind of thoughts spun through my mind, each more terrifying than the last. Did I share an unknown connection with any of the victims? Is that what someone is showing me? Or am I being set up? Could this be discriminating evidence? I had no idea what to think.
Fumbling, I collapsed into a nearby chair, the world spinning. My head throbbed with the intensity of a thousand unanswered questions. The horrifying images haunted me, and the relentless refrain of "Oh my God" became a desperate plea for escape from this hazy hog of confusion that had ensnared me.
But slowly I began to regain myself and I pulled myself to my feet. I checked the time and it was 8:49. I poured myself a glass of water and chunked it down in one gulp. "Get yourself together," I muttered to myself. "Get it together, Nora. A girl is dead. So is a guy. Their pictures are in your office. What do you do?"