barsoomcore said:
More out of a desire to be doing something than any real interest in the case, he types "Pepperdine Murders" into Google to see what comes up.
A list of articles is pulled up on Google all of the ones on the first page have nothing to do with the Pepperdine murder, except one. A local news site, Channel 9 news, which has a blurb on the incident, it reads as follows:
Sunday morning at Pepperdine University the body of 19-year-old Sarah McAllen was found inside a Business Auditorium. She had been murdered in what police are stating was a ritualized murder. No suspects have been named at this time, but this brings the total of similar styled murders to three in the last two months. If you have any information leading to the capture of the… [snip]
That is the gist of the article.
Alicia turns to Sakura, “I wish I had something juicy to whet your appetite, but she called just before you arrived, and seemed pretty distraught. I barely was able to set an appointment for her. I hope she has calmed down by the time she gets here.”
Outside the Office in the parking lot
The car was still idling. The radio was on but she had long ago stopped listening. She did not even realize she had been crying, until she checked her makeup in the mirror, and sighed. She did what she could to fix her makeup, and then checked her outfit. The smooth blue business suit was classic, feminine, and attractive. Although she had gained some weight since the birth of her son, she tried not to let it annoy her too much.
She finally picked up her son, sitting coy in his child seat and made her way towards the office. She passed through the door, and waited a few minutes in the waiting room, before Alicia allowed her to come in the back. She wore her blonde hair short, and had green eyes, which were not as bright as they could be. She had a modest amount of makeup on, and wore a locket around her neck. She sat her son on the table, and he kicked slowly and cried for a moment, before she placed a pacifier in his mouth.
She waited for a moment before speaking aloud, “Good morning, thanks for seeing me. I, uh, I wanted to hire you to…” she paused for a moment, “to follow my husband. I man, let me start over, my name is Sandra Martin. I, my husband David, David Martin and I have been married for three years now. This is, is” she tears up, “our son, Sean.”
She takes a few seconds to get her senses before continuing, “I think he is cheating on me,” she finally says aloud. She relaxes after saying that, “He, well things have been different lately, and I know with the baby, it isn’t like we get all the time we used to have with each other. I try, but its hard, we are both working and then the other day I found this in his pocket when I was cleaning our clothes.”
She places a crumpled paper on the desk. On it is a phone number and a name, Selene. Sandra cracks a wry, half-hearted smile, “I have not tried the number, and I just don’t know what to do. I am hoping that you can help me, and just tell me that I am worried about nothing. I know what your price is, and I am prepared to pay it. I hope you will take my case,” she finishes, as she dries her eyes.