The Letter (Part three, to: "Dr. Whitman")
The Letter
(Part Three to: “Dr. Whitman”)
Two days after the deaths of Cassandra and Jason Hightower a letter was sent to them from Saigon, from the Mayor’s office, it had an official stamp on it, and addressed to Mr. Jason Hightower, or Linda Macaulay; Jason had it arranged that way incase he needed her to read or pick up his mail at the post office, if they were not in town. The police officer had it in his hands when he questioned her on, and about the day both parties took their lives. When the questioning was over, she opened the letter, still sitting on the sofa at Jason’s house, detective Douglas Sexton, waited, curiously peering over at the letter as she scanned it,
“Mind if I take a look at it?” the detective said.
“I’ll read it to you, if you don’t mind (he nodded his head yes):’To Whom It May Concern, and with all respects to the family of Mrs. Betty Hightower, we have found one of the three killers of your wife, and an eye witness. We are sorry we could not do any more. But here are the results of the autopsy, and the case, which now is closed, upon you receiving this letter.
“A woman by the name of Kaojia (I have left her last name out of the report at her request), saw it all, but could not identify all the men from the photographs she reviewed, but one man by the name of Hyint, she did identified as a migrate from Burma. We questioned him and he mostly grunted, but said all three, he and two others, stabbed and slashed Mrs. Hightower, and did this at random throughout her body, and the witness verified this to be true. There seems to not be a motive other than being at the wrong place, at the right time, and murder was not on their minds, so Hyint said, not until they figured she could point them out a lineup, if indeed one took place. The witness was horrified during this thirty-minute ordeal, the victim died of mutable injuries. I wish I did not have to be so explicit, but as you requested for your daughter, I should be, so she can stop visualizing, or imagining what might have taken place. I do hope she recovers from her trauma. Her body was found in an irrigation ditch, fouled by other human waste and a rotting cow carcass. I guess they felt she would not be found for a while if they threw her there. Be assured, we will give the murderer the ultimate punishment within our system of laws.”
The detective looked at Linda, said with a sigh, “Can I take you out for a heavy drink, I need one.”
The detective was young and handsome, and Linda was medium height, blond hair, prettier than Cassandra, and more sedate, and said with a charming voice, “Why that sounds just great, let’s go.”
(Part Three to: “Dr. Whitman”)
Two days after the deaths of Cassandra and Jason Hightower a letter was sent to them from Saigon, from the Mayor’s office, it had an official stamp on it, and addressed to Mr. Jason Hightower, or Linda Macaulay; Jason had it arranged that way incase he needed her to read or pick up his mail at the post office, if they were not in town. The police officer had it in his hands when he questioned her on, and about the day both parties took their lives. When the questioning was over, she opened the letter, still sitting on the sofa at Jason’s house, detective Douglas Sexton, waited, curiously peering over at the letter as she scanned it,
“Mind if I take a look at it?” the detective said.
“I’ll read it to you, if you don’t mind (he nodded his head yes):’To Whom It May Concern, and with all respects to the family of Mrs. Betty Hightower, we have found one of the three killers of your wife, and an eye witness. We are sorry we could not do any more. But here are the results of the autopsy, and the case, which now is closed, upon you receiving this letter.
“A woman by the name of Kaojia (I have left her last name out of the report at her request), saw it all, but could not identify all the men from the photographs she reviewed, but one man by the name of Hyint, she did identified as a migrate from Burma. We questioned him and he mostly grunted, but said all three, he and two others, stabbed and slashed Mrs. Hightower, and did this at random throughout her body, and the witness verified this to be true. There seems to not be a motive other than being at the wrong place, at the right time, and murder was not on their minds, so Hyint said, not until they figured she could point them out a lineup, if indeed one took place. The witness was horrified during this thirty-minute ordeal, the victim died of mutable injuries. I wish I did not have to be so explicit, but as you requested for your daughter, I should be, so she can stop visualizing, or imagining what might have taken place. I do hope she recovers from her trauma. Her body was found in an irrigation ditch, fouled by other human waste and a rotting cow carcass. I guess they felt she would not be found for a while if they threw her there. Be assured, we will give the murderer the ultimate punishment within our system of laws.”
The detective looked at Linda, said with a sigh, “Can I take you out for a heavy drink, I need one.”
The detective was young and handsome, and Linda was medium height, blond hair, prettier than Cassandra, and more sedate, and said with a charming voice, “Why that sounds just great, let’s go.”
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