In the days following the recent murders, Clara’s found her job to be especially exciting. Being that the latest victim was the Chief of Police, the police force urged her to perform her duties faster than she normally would. The sense of urgency took away from her usual excitement. After an especially long day in the lab, all she wanted was a chance to clear her head. Once delivering the toxicology reports to the police department, she parked her car at the local park, changed into running clothes, and laced up her shoes. Nothing cleared her mind like a run. She was not entirely certain where she was going. Before she knew it, she was at a junk yard. She knew exactly who the junk yard belonged to. Clara’s jaw tensed the moment she laid eyes on Graham Simmons. Just like it always had, that sensation in her stomach started up. Who would have thought that after so many years and so much tragedy it would still be there? Part of her had always believed that he was somehow involved in her sister’s murder. She learned out about their love affair the same way the entire town did - in the newspaper, days after Emily’s body had been found. There were a million questions she had that had gone unanswered for so long. Memories of her sister’s murder plagued her train of thought every day. What if she hadn’t been involved in an affair? What if there was no frivolous rivalry between her sister and the Townes girl? But each day she was forced to remind herself that no amount of what ifs would bring her sister back. She steadily approached the older man, her eyes fixated on his. “What was going on between you and Emily?” Trying to keep her tone as amiable as possible, she crossed her arms over her chest as she stepped closer.
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