Tuesday, November 20, 2012
"Please, come in Officer Parker. Have a seat." The doctor pointed at the chair in front of his desk as he sat in his own chair behind the desk. "What can I do for you?"
Officer Parker sat down. He pulled a small note pad, and pen from his jacket. "I'm investigating a possible missing person who was last thought to have visited you on September 20th at 10:30 am. Her name is Deloris Tate."
Dr. Gupta turned to his computer and tapped at his keyboard quickly. "Tate. Tate.... Ok yes. I remember her. She came in with a possible head injury. I scheduled a CAT scan for her but she never showed up to it. Oh. This is the one that left her purse here." He picked up the phone on his desk. "Sandy, could you bring me Miss Tate's purse? Thanks."
Parker wrote in his notepad as Gupta made the call. His wrinkled brow indicated intrigue based on the context. But it was mostly distress he felt as sweat began to form on his head. The need to vomit was interfering with his concentration. "You say she had a head injury?"
Sandy walked in with the purse and Gupta motioned for her to hand it to Officer Parker.
"Well there were no physical indications of an injury but she complained of sleeping a lot, she was dissoriented...." Sandy held the purse out to Parker as if it were infected by something. It was covered in mud. ".... ahh.. and she was a mess. We needed to rule out any head trauma before moving forward."
Parker, who was holding the purse with one finger by it's strap turned to Gupta in amazement. "What kind of mess?"
"That kind." He said pointing at the purse. Gutpa replied. Parker peered down into the opening of the purse and pulled out a leaf. He marveled at it for a moment.
"She had dirt all over her. She had blood on her though I couldn't find a source so I assume it wasn't hers." Gupta explained.
"Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. A dissoriented, clearly distressed, possibley injured girl comes in here for your help and you just send her off on her own to get a CAT scan?" Parker raised an eyebrow as he looked at the doctor.
"Well... yeah. I mean... I advised her not to drive. She said she could get someone to drive her. There was no apparent wound. We get all kinds in here, Officer Parker. Domestic violence injuries, drug related stuff. To be honest it's none of my business if the patient doesn't offer the information."
"Did she say how she became such a..." Parker looked to the purse then to Gupta "...mess?"
Gupta shook his head. "I was way overbooked that day. It was a very brief visit."
"Is there anything else that stood out?" Parker asked.
"....Well considering the circumstances I should probably tell you we did run some labs on her."
"And?" Parker asked impatiently.
A look of discomfort painted Gupta's face. "Miss Tate is pregnant."
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Officer Parker took a sip of his coffee only to spit it back in the cup. He calmly set the cup down on his desk, calmly picked up the waste paper basket and set it between his legs where he sat in his office chair, and calmly bent over and purged what little fluid was in his stomach. He spent a moment dry heaving when there was nothing left to vomit. Then he calmly moved the basket back to it's original resting place, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and went on reading the file that sat in front of him.
31 years old
Single- never married
Works for Wells Fargo as a billing analyst.
5'4" Red Hair, Blue Eyes, 145 lbs
Missing Persons Division Summary
Reported missing by her mother, Anita Tate on Thursday, September 22 at about 1:30 pm. Reports that she had not received calls back from her daughter on Tuesday and Wednesday, noting this was not uncommon behavior. She had planned to pick Deloris up at her office at 12:00pm on Thursday for lunch. When she went into the office Deloris' supervisor was called to the front desk and told Mrs. Tate that her daughter hadn't been to work all week. They had left several messages and even sent a coworker to her house and not found her home. They intended to call her emergency contacts if she did not arrive to work on Friday. Anita Tate then reports she drove to her daughter's home and using the emergency key she unlocked the house and entered to find it in disarray. She immediately dialed 911 believing there had been a break in. Officers Madding and Stevens arrived at the scene at 12:50pm. A search of the premises found no persons on the property, no sign of break in to the front and rear entries. The house appeared vandalized; furniture turned over and damaged, broken personal affects littered the floors as well as mud and yard debris. It was also determined that the mud/ leaves/ and refuge found were not from Tate's own yard. Only one neighbor was home at the time of the investigation, an older man in his 70s. He claimed not to hear or see anything unusual from Tate's home, he was largely uncooperative. A missing persons report was filed and the investigation was handed over to MPD. At this time the case is not being followed up by the Crime Division.
September 23rd 2010
Anita Tate, mother of missing woman, Deloris Tate, states that she had spoke to her daughter Monday night around 7:30pm. She noted that her daughter sounded strange and that she had advised her mother she had a doctor appointment the next day. Investigation of the woman's home found a note pad that noted an appointment with Dr. Gupta at 10:30am on the 21st. Caller ID showed a Dr. M Gupta at 718-447-2657. The office is located on 1st street. Follow up to come.
Officer Parker stood at the front desk of the 1st Street Family Clinic. He leaned against the reception counter in a way that made him appear cool and relaxed in his wrinkled grey suit, and by no means sick and weak. He hadn't vomited in almost an hour, so he had a little time to interview Dr. Gupta before he would feel the urge again.
"You can go ahead back. His office is the last door on the left." the receptionist said as she hung up the phone.
Officer Parker said nothing. He opened the door and walked down the hall.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Morning light shined in the bedroom window. Long sunbeams touched Deloris on the face with just enough intensity to wake her slowly from what felt like the most restful sleep she’d ever slept. She stretched her arms out in front of her, yawning widely. She looked out the window from her bed noticing how lovely the day was and how lovely she felt. She hopped out of bed and went downstairs to enjoy a morning coffee. The microwave clock read “11:16”. No wonder she felt so good. She’d actually slept in for once. Deloris prepared her coffee maker and stood in a daze as it worked its magic. She thought about the night before, and how she went straight home from work with the intention of getting ready to meet some friends. But she’d felt so exhausted from her busy work week that she decided to stay in instead. She was content now with that decision, having woken up in the best mood she’d been in, in ages.
After 2 cups of coffee, 4 bowls of cereal (she was ravenously hungry this morning) and half of the latest “Marie Claire” Deloris decided to go take a shower. She entered her bathroom still groggy from her ample sleep. She disrobed and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She noticed a wide scrape up the back of her shoulder. She touched it lightly and winced in pain. It was fresh.
“Now how the…” Deloris said to herself, as she peered over her shoulder into the mirror. She opened her cabinet in search of the peroxide. It wasn’t there. She looked down and noticed the bottle was in the trash can. She bent to pick it up. It was empty.
“Strange.” She thought. “I just bought this bottle.“She took another speculating look at her wound and got into the shower.
After about 10 minutes of showering she noticed the water starting to collect in the bathtub. She flipped the drain switch…. Nothing. She put her fingers in the drain to see if she could tell what was clogging it. She pulled out a large wad of coarse brown hair. Where had that come from? Her own hair was red and wasn’t at all this texture. She stuck her hand out of the shower and dropped the fur ball in the toilet.
“Gross!” Deloris said as the hair plopped into the bowl.
Deloris stepped out of her shower and grabbed the towel off the towel rack nearby. She heard the phone ringing from the kitchen. She took her time drying off, knowing the machine would get it.
“Deloris? Are you home?” the caller paused. Deloris perked up to listen to the woman’s voice on her answering machine. It was Nancy from work. “Deloris? Well it’s not like you to not call when you aren’t going to be into work. You never showed up Friday night and a few of us here at the office are getting a little worried. Call us.”
Deloris froze, perplexed. What did she mean it wasn’t like her to not show up to work? It’s Saturday! Deloris marched upstairs to her bedroom, opened the laptop that sat on her nightstand and waited patiently for the desktop to come up.
Monday, September 19, 2010
“What!?” Deloris exclaimed. “How could I have slept for….” Deloris thought for a moment, then in an astonished whisper she said to herself “…. Something like 65 hours?”