When Nora arrived at the task force's office, everyone was eating dinner.
The whiteboard was covered in photos. An officer in charge of surveillance stood there with a cup of instant noodles, shoveling them into his mouth while his eyes remained glued to the screen.
The bustling scene lifted some of Nora’s exhaustion.
“Any progress?”
Nora sat down at her desk and casually asked Colin, who seemed to be lost in thought.
“It’s still not very clear.”
“We canvassed the Carter family’s neighbors and spoke with building management. The consensus is that the Carters were just an ordinary family.”
“If you had to point to something, Robert’s mother did have some unpleasant habits.”
Nora thought for a moment. “Like throwing trash on other people’s property? Or spoiling her grandchildren rotten?”
“Yes.”
Colin handed Nora the witness statements.
“The old woman also had a notoriously sharp tongue. She’d picked a fight with nearly everyone in the complex.”
“And she didn’t just target neighbors. She’d let loose on anyone who rubbed her the wrong way.”
“She even went after the repairmen who came to their apartment.”
Nora’s eyes scanned the file as she asked out of habit, “How so?”
“She berated the air conditioner technician from start to finish, complaining he was too slow.”
“Another time, the external AC unit broke, and she called for a repairman. We don’t know what they argued about, but she grabbed his safety rope and threatened not to let go unless he waived the high-rise fee. She was just going to leave him hanging there.”
Nora was speechless.
“It caused a huge scene. The downstairs neighbor eventually called the police, and they had to mediate before the old woman finally let go.”
“Robert later tipped the technician and bought him cigarettes and alcohol to convince him not to press charges against his mother.”
Nora put down the file and rubbed her temples, a headache forming.
The report energized the team.
With no leads on the killer, investigating this unidentified victim might be a faster way to crack the case.
“Start checking all missing person reports. See if anyone has reported a teenage girl missing.”
Without needing to be told, everyone knew what to do and got to work.
Nora’s part was done. She organized her autopsy reports and uploaded them to the shared folder. After a while, feeling the exhaustion creep back in, she packed her things and stood up.
“I’m going to head home.”
“Alright, thanks for your hard work, Dr. Hayes.”
“You look exhausted. Go get some rest.”
Nora’s gaze drifted to the closed office door.
“Nathan… he…”

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