This was the part Anne hated most; it was always taxing to look through the eyes of the dead. Sometimes it could be down right disturbing. Anne didn't like the things the dead saw as they died.
Jared showed her to the corpse of Patrick Hensen. The armored car had done quite a number on him. He was barely recognizable. If his prints weren't in the system because he was a senator's aide they would still be trying to get a positive ID. Amazingly, his lower body seemed unharmed. The legs had some scratches and one was broken, but they still looked like legs.
"He dove headfirst into the street. The armored car hit him and then ran over his torso." Jared continued explaining the injuries. Anne reached out and touched Patrick's ankle.
Anne saw darkness at first. Then she started searching backwards. Anne caught glimpses of the armored car, then of Patrick's run from the murder. Finally she arrived at the murder itself. Like rewinding a VCR, you could never get to the EXACT point you wanted. Anne watched the senator leave the restaurant in front of her. She slowly made her way to the street corner right next to the Senator. Her eyes wandered as she walked often stopping on a pretty face. Anne was surprised to be looking at faces and not breasts. She stood looking at the senator as they talked and then she saw a bright flash and nothing for a moment. When the vision returned she was watching the Senator fall in front of the bus. Next she was frantically looking from side to side as she ran. Then she reached the intersection and saw the oncoming armored car. She stopped moving for a moment, then there was another bright flash followed by darkness. The last thing she saw was the grill of the armored car.
Anne collapsed to the floor. Jared stepped around and offered her a hand up. Anne took his hand and got to her feet shaking.
"You alright? I forgot you had a weak stomach," said Jared.
"I'll be ok. I need water and a place to sit." Jared led her to his office and helped her into a chair. Anne set down with a thud. She placed her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands. Jared stepped out of the room.
Jared returned with a glass of water and Anne hadn't moved. When he handed her the glass of water she took it and took a sip. Then she opened up her small purse and took out her migraine medicine. She swallowed the two pills followed by the rest of the water. "Thanks, I'm feeling better."
"Rest here as long as you need," said Jared as he left the room.
Anne realized she didn't have time to rest.
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