The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation. I mean it was her son and his friends murder she was investigating. "There has to be some conflict of interest," she muttered shakily to herself. But it was her that insisted on being involved in the investigation after the funeral. She thought it would help the grieving process. "Coraline, how are you holding up?" Her chief asked her, visibly concerned. He had been very supportive through this nightmare. "Uh, I'm good Jimbo," she replied. She was lying of course. Actually she was visibly shaking. Had she not been holding onto a shelf she would've bounced all over the room like a wind up toy. "Actually Jimbo, I'm going to step outside for a bit maybe take my lunch a bit early." The chief a big teddy bear smiled with concern all over his face and replied, "of course Coraline, you don't even need to be here we have this under control." The concern in his voice was evident. Coraline had to...