Lorelei stood in front of the police station looking upon it like a tourist. She took a deep breath in, reached for the black wrought iron railing and began her ascent up the stairs. The smell of polished wood and fresh paper copy met her as she opened the door and walked in. Lorelei took the five extra steps to the receiving desk. An officer at the desk looked up from his newspaper.
"Good morning," Lorelei said to the officer tidying the loose heair strands behind her right ear. "I have an appointment with Detective Sanchez. My name is Lorelei Green."
The officer looked at her, then returned his attention to the newspaper. He swiftly lifted his hand and pointed to the left of Lorelei.
"Benches." He said, "wait there and I will page the detective."
"Mrs. Green?" The detective's voice startled Lorelei.
She stood up from the bench and walked toward Detective Sanchez. She met his friendly gaze and curled her lips into a half smile.
"Mrs. Green, I understand you need something signed to release your husband's life insurance proceeds," Detective Sanchez said.
Detective Sanchez led Lorelei into the conference room which offered them privacy. As Lorelei sat down in one of the chairs surrounding the table, Detectove Sanchez went to retrieve her husband's file from his desk. He returned placing the file on the table opening the cover, then took off his jacket and sat down.
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