Entry 2

Name of Victim: Mr. Evans
Cause of Death: Stab wound to the stomach by sharp object
Estimated Time of Death: 12:14 am

Linh's eyes scanned the autopsy papers for two days. Chief Clark had finally assigned her to a case, the death of Mr. Evans, who lived in the Maitland for 40 years. She never knew the man, but she did know this was important. The city was different now and she noticed. The people were quieter and everything seemed more bland.

Linh felt stressed. If she could not solve her first case, then she couldn't prove her colleagues wrong. She drank more of her tea, but this time it was ginger, which was more pungent to keep her energized and focused.

Suddenly, there was a knock. Linh froze. She couldn't answer the door in her orange, polka dot pajama pants with bed head from this morning that she never fixed.

Linh sighed, got up, and answered the door, praying that it wouldn't be a sexy man on the other side seeing her look like a slob. It was just Suzy and Faith, but Suzy was wearing a geometric patterned romper, Faith had on a tight dress, and they both had full faces of makeup. What was going on?

"You have been in your house for two straight days!" Suzy said. She almost sounded bitter.
Linh yawned. "It's because of work."
"Well, forget work! Conrad is having a concert tonight, and you're coming!" Faith squealed.
"What?!"
"You never go out! You need a lifestyle change, honey!" Suzy added.
"Exactly! I never do, so I can't! I'm way to nervous!"
"You are coming!" Faith declared, "We're going to have a fun girls night. You can go and blame it on a simple twist of fate."

Linh knew she wasn't going to win this fight. She ran to the bedroom and quickly threw on the first outfit she could think of: a olive green top that showed a bit of cleavage and jeans with some dangle earrings. She applied a layer of foundation to cover the moles that were scattered all over her face that she was insecure about. She couldn't decide between a red lipstick or just a simple gloss, but decided on the gloss. Then she brushed her straight, thick, black hair. She hated it. It was at an awkward length where it laid just above her shoulders.

She stumbled back into the hall with her shoes barely on, and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm ready," Linh said, and for the first time in a while, she had a genuine smile.