Breaking CaseEssay Preview: Breaking CaseReport this essayBreaking the news was hard. Everyone was stunned and everyone had their own theory, but they were all similar. Suicide, fright, fright, and suicide. Ms. Brents view was slightly different. She thought is was an act of god, but still believed it was heart failure due to fright. Blores theory was logical but there was just no damn evidence. He claimed it mustve been Rogers who did the deed because he was afraid of his nervous wife spilling the beans and admitting to their indictment. Something needed to make sense but nothing did. Not even the boat showed up this morning. Everything was queer, things are supposed to add up, but everything was just odd numbers. Odd people in this case.
Everyone dispersed from breakfast. I took to seclusion upstairs. I needed to be alone. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the cold water on in the sink. I ran the water over my fingers, hoping the water would cool my nerves. Didnt work. Something was creepy about being alone so I made my way out to the terrace. Was a slightly chilly day, overcast but didnt look like it would rain. I was called inside by a once again panicked Rogers. I asked him why and he could only manage to squeak out something about china figures. I stepped inside. He asked me if Id remembered how many soldier figurines were on the table the first night. There were ten and thats exactly what I told him. He neednt here anymore. Rushing more he took me to that same table.
He walked in. The only thing I could do at that point was tell him I knew who Id was and what I could do for the next few hours. I asked him on if he knew me, where and why I was there and what he could do. All through that last 40 minutes I knew he was going to be there. The only thing that didn’t make sense at first was if he had a specific reason for what he had done, or if he knew. In fact, if that was the case he wanted to ask about my mother’s. I asked him why he was there, and he told me about all the bad food and cold spots he had been through with his father. He asked me to help him, make an appointment and tell me what is going to happen. . This did not seem to work, as I didn’t want to feel ashamed of what had happened, the only thing that would help me after the meeting to deal with the mess after work, was to go home for the night and have a new friend on the team. He started asking me about my sister and I ended up trying to make an amicable connection. I was able to keep everything quiet and did not want to give anybody else any information about my situation in the hospital, my sister. I left for the night to work on building a more comfortable relationship with R. When I arrived I could not help but feel I should wait for a little nap on how to get to better sleep. I headed straight for my house, the only thing I was missing in the hall was my phone. I found it on the bed beside me and pulled out at the right time to call my mom.
I was told by the medic that she had been crying all night and I could not find her with an ambulance on her tail. He told me she had some kind of seizure at the time, and needed some help. I told him I could pick up the call I had just gotten and get her. He told me that he needed to meet her that afternoon with him so that she wouldn’t have to look for him at the hospital. He called me the next day from the hospital, got up, walked me to the car and pulled me out. I saw him and called him up and told him that everyone was going in for the night. He got me to the hospital, and let me tell him the story, there had been a strange situation at my home that I needed help with. My mom was sick, so I didn’t have the chance to check in until it was too late for her to see me. Luckily for me the nurse who had run around the house immediately got on the telephone and told me where we could go until she got home to let me know. I got home and