Minot Hacker: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #1) by H. B. Rae Page A

about the woman we found?"
    "Yes," Lesley replied, taking a seat. "And I think it might be very useful to you."
    "Go on," I said.
    "Well, I think the missing woman was Eve Roberts, if you don't know that already."
    I remembered the name from one of the missing person's files. She had gone out for a party that night, but the person who reported her could not recall what she was wearing.
    "And why do you think that?" I asked Lesley.
    "Because she was wearing the pink dress the night she went missing. I remember it. I am... was a very good friend of Eve’s, and when she went missing I knew she'd been murdered. It was just so unusual of her," Lesley replied in a fairly shaky voice.
    I was beginning to get very excited now.
    "And why did you not say any of this before?" I asked her.
    "Because one of my other friends said she sorted it out. She said she told the police everything and that there was no need to speak to them. I've only just realized that she never mentioned the dress. I know it's Eve. It has to be," replied Lesley, getting fairly excited.
    "Right, and can you tell me about the time she went missing?" I asked her.
    "I can't really remember," she said.
    "Can you remember the last time you saw her?"
    "Well, we were at the party just a few miles away from here, in a club. A lot of people were quite drunk. Eve went out for a cigarette, and that was that. She never came back in."
    Lesley started to cry now.
    "It's O.k.," I said, reassuring her.
    I thanked her for the help she gave me, and gave her the contact details should she ever think of anything else. I now had the name of the victim, because Eve went missing in 1988, and she was twenty-eight years old. In a way, come to think of it, she looked quite a lot like the skeleton. I now had the name of the victim, and I prepared for the rest of the journey ahead.
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    Chapter 1
     
    Tears rolled down her eyes that morning. The water inside the droplet of the tear was so peaceful – it was soon rubbed off by the woman who released that tear. Tammy Williams was standing in the bathroom one morning. It was a normal morning, as nothing else had changed since that day. Everything was back to normality – Tammy had been back at work for six weeks, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As usual, she had gone back to investigating gang killings in the area. She was bored. She was sick of her job, and sick of life. It was fair to say that she had been feeling depressed since she was told the news that her boyfriend had suddenly died – she did love him, after all. Although no-one was to blame for the death other than Danny, Tammy could not help but feel angry, wanting justice for Danny, even though there was no justice to be served.
    Tammy returned to the office, where everyone else was seated.
    "Are you alright?" asked Miranda, who Tammy did not like very much.
    "I'm fine," Tammy lied. She just wanted to heave herself through the day and wait until the next day.
    She had tried to speak to her mother about it, but it was no use. Even her aunt, who was a vicar, could not help. It would take time for Tammy to get over his sudden death, although how long that would take was debatable.
    As usual, Tammy was assigned her next task – to discover who had murdered a member of the top gang in town. It made her sick, how people could just go and kill others for no reason. Today, Tammy and the team were doing some desk research into the key suspects and witnesses.
    During the day, they conversed, as usual, and then one topic came up that Tammy did not want to hear about.
    "So," said Pam Kurtis. "I saw Barry Scott yesterday."
    Even the mention of that name made Tammy feel sick. Barry Scott was a serial killer, and he just happened to be the only person who Tammy had not managed to bring justice to. She hated him, and the thought that he was still