"I think you're imagining things," Mom said. I chuckled. Sometimes I think that mom is not my real mother and I asked Becky. She assured me that I'm my mother's child. But why don't I feel it at all. A policeman came, with a frown on his face.
"There are no ID's in the body and were running some tests. It will take time to know who it is," the police informed. Mom just nodded as she inspected every part.
"Alright. Please transport the body to the Lab," Mom said and looked at Becky. "You take charge of this. I will give you input on the things you might miss."
"The murderer is still on the loose. The one who reported about the body is a homeless person who was looking for food and found this. So, I suggest that you tell your young people about it," the police officer warned mom and Becky. Becky gave him a smile.
"Thanks for that, officer. I really hope you guys catch the culprit." The police officer left and walked away. I looked at the back of that police officer who left. He looks familiar.
"What do you think the age of this person?" Mom asked. I turned away sadly.
"It was 18 years old. Mom, it's me," I whispered dejectedly.