Everleason Police Department, 4:50 P.M
Daniel went to the front desk.
“Oh Daniel.” Jennifer Tryismo, the female desk clerk with fizzy wild bronze hair and with enough makeup upon her face to make a fashionista jealous remarked with surprise. “Didn’t you already clock out?”
“I have a personal matter for which I like to use my access to police resources for.” Daniel proclaimed.
“Oh, I see. Don’t you think that is unprofessional?” Jennifer asked.
“I know, the other officers will probably lose respect for me.” Dan replied. “But my wife said she was poisoned seven years ago; I want to look into it.”
“Why would you want to do that? There’s no case file for her so as far as we’re concerned no crime had been committed. Besides, the statute of limitations for poisoning someone with the express purpose of knocking them out and keeping them in that state is only two years.”
“There’s a crime associated with what happened to my wife?”