On the sidewalk, directly at her feet was the body of Edgar Maitland, and in Linh’s hands was the photo. The
body was lifeless and repulsive, yet the situation was truly ironic. Linh couldn’t help but wonder how she
didn’t connect the Maitland brothers to Mr. Evans from the start. She had never seen a real dead body up close
like this before, though. It scared her, but it made her feel like her job had true importance.
She quickly phoned Annabeth to let her know the news, then looked back at the photo. Edgar was clearly
pointing a gun at his brother, which seemed like obvious evidence, but Linh was perplexed. Did Mr. Evans
take this? Or is there a fourth person involved who we don’t know about? When will these deaths end? Where
is Ether? She was so hooked on to her train of thought that she didn’t even notice Sayori tugging at her pant
leg.
“Mr. Evans gave that to me,” she said snapping Linh out of her thoughts. Linh twisted her head as quickly as
she could, but Sayori continued. “But that’s all I know. I lost it months ago.” Then she ran into the crowd of
people who were behind police tape.
“Wait!” Linh called, but it was too late. Based on Sayori, I guess Mr. Evans took the photo, but why give it to a
small elementary school girl?
Linh looked down at the body, then to the crowd. There was still no Sayori, but Jose was there looking
directly at her. He nodded at her, and Linh’s brow raised. What was that for? She turned around shyly, but after a minute, she realized it was confirmation that she was doing the right thing, that solving the problems of
the city was her responsibility and part of her, not being like her sister. She was Linh Luong, the detective, not
Bao Luong, the girlfriend and traveller, and for the first time in her life, Linh was okay with that. She turned
back at Jose, gave him a thumbs up, and walked back to the scene, eager to investigate yet again.
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