Chapter 49: Murder of the 15th V
Present-day.
It’s been a week since the impromptu announcement from Criminal Investigation Department, and Sam Gray has been the apple of the media’s eye.
Unlike Levi who for the past months had been mentioned numerous times in the newspapers and the local news channel. Nothing much is known about the private life of the redhead, other than what was written in her CV.
She grew up in America, acquired several degrees under her belt, and used to work with the FBI before taking the Directorial position in Guy’s Hospital two years ago.
And due to the lack of what is considered ’juicy’ information by the media, reporters had been invading her privacy. To a point that they waited outside Guy’s Hospital for a statement from her. Of which she had not once responded, simply walked towards the waiting cab while security guards cleared the way for her.
She had never been a fan of the Media, for several reasons, top of the list is how the news can be manipulated, and how it can condition the public on what to think. Something she knew all too well.
Sam sat in her Lab studying the case files from CID, usually, she wouldn’t allow people to touch the instruments and machines in her lab. Other than Levi, and occasionally her assistant Clark of course.
But at present, there are 3 people in the lab. Clark, Janet, and a blond forensic technician from CID Jimmy who will be assisting her with Jones, since she had officially taken over what the public had known as ’Murder of the 15th’- Case. Another favor from the Chief of Police.
Jones knocked on the door carrying an evidence box, Jimmy grabbed the remote and opened the door for him. The thinly-bearded man entered, huffing. "There’s a bunch of the Press outside," he said, placing a box filled with labeled evidence on one of the marbled counters. He shrugged his coat after and hung it on the rack.
"Shut up, Jones" Sam snaps looking at the files. Clark and Janet exchanged a look, it was rare to see her in such a foul mood.
And for Clark, it was the first time he’d seen his mentor genuinely pissed. He had seen her annoyed, irritated, he’d seen her talk back to other residents, seniors even with no problem.
He’d seen her call out mistakes, reprimand people in her office. She had berated students, even those who were older than she was. But after she did all that, she was back to her calm self. Her anger dissipates instantly.