Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
Jackson Merriweather pushed open the door to the coroner’s office at precisely 11:45 PM, fifteen minutes to the start of his shift. He always showed up at the same time regardless of the weather, his health or any other personal factors. It was a source of pride for him, his regularity, and a source of amusement for his staff.
Dr. Ex-Lax they first called him, making fun of his desire to be early, before they discovered that he went to anime conventions with his two daughters. His ex-wife couldn’t handle the gender bending that went on with the cross play and the normal cosplay didn’t impress her, so he went in her stead. With that anime background, they started calling him Naruto, much to his children’s delight.It was all in good fun, however, as they both respected and admired the skill he brought to the job. As the chief night shift
It was all in good fun, however, as they both respected and admired the skill he brought to the job. As the chief night shift coroner, he attended to the more bizarre and out of the ordinary cases and his staff admired his ability to narrow down the cause of death so quickly.
He took off his coat to exchange it for a white lab coat and went to find Ruth, his assistant, who also showed up early, to see what the night held. He found her in the first autopsy room shaking her head as she read the chart.
“Jackson we’ve got a long night ahead of us. A long, sad night. A family consisting of a father, mother and their adult daughter were found near the quarry just west of town. No visible wounds, no visible signs of any trauma, but they were all found dead in their car. The father,” she pointed with her head at the body still covered on the table, ” Robert Michaels was …”
“What did you say his name was?” Jackson moved over to the table and pulled back the sheet. “Shit.”
“Jackson, what’s wrong?”
“You said a family, parents and their adult daughter,” he continued, ignoring her question, “what was the daughter’s name?”
“Let me check.” Ruth flipped a few pages, her fingers running down the page until she found what she was looking for. “Annabelle Michaels. Do you know her?”
“She’s my wife.”
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