It occurred to Linda that going around asking about a murder might not be very tactful and might even be considered down right suspicious since it had never been solved in the human world and she was obviously not a policeman. She could shape shift of course but for that she would need a human template and she would also need the knowledge that went with it. If she could find the officer who was in charge of the old woman’s death that would be easy because then she could get all of the information from him. All it took was putting her hand on his hand and she would be able to become him and know everything that he knew. Of course she would only have that information while she was him but she could write down everything that mattered before turning back into herself. That would be the easy way except that she didn’t actually know how to find the officer in question.
Linda suddenly realized that she was still thinking like a normal teenager, she wasn’t doing problem solving with the abilities that she had. She had taken into account her ability to shape shift but she had ignored that if she was never going to be seen again in all likelihood in this part of the world then there was no point for her to worry about what people thought of her at the moment. If worst came to worst she would just send Dante up with a team of demon’s to wipe some memories, it took a lot of power and he would complain about it but her orders were law. She turned and headed to the police station.
“Can I help you with anything?” asked the police woman at the desk when Linda walked in.
“I have some information on the murder Margaret Thatcher that I thought I should share,” Linda said, though she still felt a bit nervous.
“This isn’t a prank or anything is it?” asked the police woman, looking Linda up and down doubtfully. “You do realize that our tip system is very serious.”
“I wouldn’t come to the police if I didn’t really know something,” Linda said in an indignant voice.
“Have a seat and the detective in charge will be with you shortly,” said the policewoman, picking up the phone and dialing an extension.
The detective, when Linda met him, seemed nice enough, but very over worked. Still he cleared a place at his desk, got out a notepad and told her to have a seat and talk to her. She felt a little bad about doing what she was about to but still, justice had to be done she assured herself. She had to know more about the murder.
“My name is Martha,” said Linda, holding out her hand for the detective to shake. It did the trick, she was in contact with him and she was now him herself. She pushed a bit of her power through their hand connection and felt him lose consciousness, he would be out for a while and when he woke up he would remember having had a normal conversation with her, finding out that she was just looking for attention, lecturing her about responsibility, threaten to call her parents, and then letting her flee the police station looking scared out of her mind. That would give her time to sort through all of her new thoughts. She pulled his notebook near her, she would need to write all of this stuff down to bring with her.
To be continued...
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