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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 02, 07:28:31pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 18+" on Friday, October 29, 07:32:50pm
Walking up to the map of the area, Michael located the spot and shook his head as he stepped back. If the locations of where the angel had done her good deeds had been closer together, one could make the argument that there could be matching fingerprints happening across those public spaces just due to traffic. But some of these locations were hundreds of miles apart.
There did not seem to be any pattern and that bothered Michael. There always was a pattern! Michael wasn’t sure who he was looking at either – what did you call someone who was going out and doing such risky acts of kindness. A serial do-gooder?
To know that the fingerprints matched the woman that the Reverend Mother had come to ask Michael to look into was even more of a spot that just tweaked Michael as wrong. There was something in this picture that he was not seeing yet, but he wasn’t sure what.
It was getting close to the eleven o’clock news, but Michael sat down in his lab and stared at the map with all of the flags that indicated known sites that had the ‘angel’ involvement that also happened to have some sort of fingerprint filed with the case that happened to match Mary’s fingerprint. He had put it off long enough, but Michael knew to pick up the phone.
“Mr. Pomeroy, it’s nighttime,” Nat answered on the second ring. Michael snorted. “I can wait and call back at a more convenient time.”
Michael turned and looked at his machines. He had started the process of pulling together the graphical representation of the DNA sample. He didn’t need it. The samples matched. But he wanted to see it. Michael couldn’t explain it but now as he looked as he swore his computers slowed down since he wanted the information, Michael regretted calling Lieutenant Nathaniel McCarty.
“You don’t really know how to take a joke,” Nat retorted with some surprise that there wasn’t at least a chuckle on Michael’s end. “What do you need?”
“How much have you looked into the angel?” Michael asked as he suddenly held back telling Nat that Mary was this so called angel. But Michael’s mind still could not process how someone who was so obviously damaged from the reports the Reverend Mother had indicated could be doing the work of this angel. He didn’t see how one person could do all of this!
“Look into someone that is helping us out?” Nat gently asked with an air of laughter in his voice. “We are more concerned that citizens are not putting themselves unnecessarily at risk.”
Michael rubbed his forehead and swallowed. “Are there items being retrieved at the scenes that might not be indicated in your electronic records yet?”
“How would you know what are in the electronic records? I asked you to analysis blood,” the question was asked with a quick snap. Michael waited for Nat’s brain to catch up to the response. Michael knew that Nat would remember that it was Nat who had arranged for Michael’s access to the police department’s network. “OH… never mind.”
“I won’t mind the statement if you answer my question.”
“Everything is random,” Nat sighed with some frustration. “I thought you didn’t believe in the angel theory.”
“I don’t believe in this being a mythical being like some are making it out to be,” Michael leaned forwards as the picture the DNA strand started to pull up on his screen. He felt his blood run cold, but he didn’t know why the picture was causing him to react in such a way.
“You have something, don’t you?” Nat demanded.
“I don’t like to give answers before I put the answers into context. I could have a coincidence,” Michael spoke gently as he leaned away from the computer and knew that he could not tell Nat anything more. He had no proof of why he couldn’t tell Nate anything more, but just a sense. There was something about what he was starting to see that seemed vaguely familiar.
“You called me at eleven to tell me—“
“I’m sorry. I’ll call you later,” Michael hung up as he disconnected the phone call and immediately put his phone to silent. He knew that Nat would be calling back, but then, Michael had done this numerous times before to Nat with good outcomes.
Michael stood up and leaned down to the screen. There was still over half of the image to pull down, but Michael lifted his fingers to trace the information. It looked so damn familiar but yet so like something he was seeing for the first time.
This picture held the mystery to why he was suddenly struck with the need to just focus on this. It held a story about this Mary. It still didn’t make sense but Michael stood wait, wishing that the answer would come to him.
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