I first heard about the murder while purchasing morning doughnuts. Two cashiers  in the flow of gossip squeezing a lieutenant on his way home from a long night slightly bereft of company and fresh roasted coffee for details. From what I assessed the three definitely knew that she was found on the bottom of the pool; fully clothed, and had bruises on her face as if she had gone in face first. What they didn’t know was if he had been involved. I wanted to ask who is he, but I laid the money down for the donuts and walked away. Almost as if I had been a fly on the side of the cash register. No one said goodbye. Then I heard at lunch she had been there yesterday and Cheryl waited on her and she looked fine. Said she was in a good mood and needed things across the street at the discount store; but other than that, no sign of danger. Marcia remembered she wore those sun glasses through the whole meal. The other girls looked at Marcia as if she had just insulted their own observations, but then agreed after looking at each other. Yeah, she did, it was sunny yesterday and finally the last word of the murder came to me in the hallway at the hospital while visiting a friend. Two doctors walking by were talking about the early morning call. One had been on duty; the other just coming in. She looked so peaceful, as if nothing was wrong. But you don’t show up at the hospital at three in the morning with your blouse torn off and a medic rescue man doing CPR. He pronounced her dead at five ten. From what he couldn’t see, it would be a day long murder.