if they saw or heard anything. We might just get lucky.”
Cara looked up briefly from the body, her brown eyes were peering over her glasses as she looked Chelsea full in the face.
“You look like hell… a sign that you have not been sleeping at nights.”
That was just like Cara, abrupt and straight to the point. Then she turned her attention back to making notes on her clipboard while her assistant took pictures.
“What makes you think that?” Chelsea asked, a bit taken aback by the suddenness of the unasked for comment.
Cara barely looked up. “I’m a doctor, remember? So I know the signs of sleep deprivation. You should be taking those pills. They’d help.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not going to rely on medicine. When my body wants to sleep, it will.”
Cara ordered her team to remove the body before answering. “You know what’s happening is not healthy. Plus you aren’t the only one who has found it hard to fall asleep. I guess it comes with the territory of being a cop. Listen, if you have something else bothering you and you wish to talk, call me anytime.”
“Thanks, Cara, I’ll remember that.”
Then on the spur of the moment, as if she had just discovered something, Cara said, “You know something, Chelsea? I know just the cure for you. You need to find yourself a good man, let loose, have a good time and I’m sure you’ll have no trouble at all falling asleep.”
A reluctant smile lit up Chelsea’s face briefly. Find a good man? That was not on her agenda at all. She trusted no one and never would. Only one burning desire occupied her mind at this time - finding the person or persons who killed her parents. This left no room for romance or anything else for that matter.
She did not answer but turned to watch as they loaded the woman’s body into the vehicle. Something fell and Chelsea bent down and picked it up after putting on a glove.
“Did you find a necklace on her?”
“No,” Cara said.
She handed the locket to Cara who carefully placed it in the evidence bag. As the medical examiner left, Pierce walked over to Chelsea.
“It will make the morning news. In the meantime, I need to go back home. Chelsea, can you take care of Weston for a while? He is shadowing us for the time being, and he can learn a lot from you.”
“Okay, I am able to manage that.”
“Good.” As he was about to step off, he lowered his voice and asked her in a confidential tone, “Is something bothering you, Chelsea?”
“No. And why do you ask?”
“Because you really look ragged around the edges, especially this morning.”
“Nothing’s the matter. I’m just suffering from a lack of sleep. Just go home to your wife and kids and stop worrying about me.”
“All right, if you insist. If you change your mind let me know and I will give you a call the moment I hear something.”
Hearing the same thing from two of her colleagues made her a little upset. She was not sure if it was with herself or with them for saying what they did. It seemed as if she was wearing her troubles on her sleeve for them to have noticed. What all this told her was that she had to resolve her problems soon or they might spill over into her workplace, and that would not be good. She had to get back to reading that file she had taken from the archives. There had to be some clues in there somewhere.
She watched as Pierce left to go home to his family. She couldn’t help wondering how he was able to function so capably at work when he had a wife and a pair of six month-old twins to cope with. That must take a good amount of juggling and no doubt his wife must worry about his safety on the job.
“Hello, Chelsea, where is Pierce off to now?” Dean asked, approaching where she was standing.
“He went home. In the meantime, you’ll stay with me.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “Is that all right with you? I mean, having to babysit me.”
“Um, that’s fine by me.”
“All right. So what do we do