“I knew it was her when I heard they found a body,” wept Carol Fee onto her husband’s shoulder, as the family gathered in the parent’s hotel room.
“When can we see her?” asked the victim’s step-father, Ron Fee.
“We do need a positive identification,” I said to the weepy eyed relatives.
“I can’t do it papa,” sobbed Carol sitting down as her thirty year old daughter, Rosa, consoled her.
“I’ll do it,” said the blonde bombshell. “Will you drive me?”
“Of course!” I said as we left the hotel to retrieve my car. I opened the passenger door for Rosa before jumping behind the wheel and steering toward the coroner’s office.