The Silent Reporter (A Police Procedural Mystery Series of Crime and Suspense, Hyder Ali #1) by Thomas Fincham
Authors: Thomas Fincham
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his best friend, a friend that was both helping and killing him.
He threw the bottle across the room. He got up and went for his gun. He cocked the hammer and placed the muzzle in his mouth.
All he had to do was pull the trigger to end his suffering.
His hand began to tremble and he began to sob. Hot tears covered his entire face.
He felt like a coward for not going through with it. He had tried to commit suicide many times before, but in the end, he didn’t have the guts to go through with it.
He dropped the gun and curled up into a ball.
The pain was a constant reminder of what he had lost. It had seeped through every cell of his body, leaving him a shell of his former self.
He thought about his life and what it had become after the tragic event. It definitely wouldn’t have involved him crying on his bedroom floor.
He lifted himself up and slowly went over to the dresser. Women’s make-up and jewelry were neatly placed on top of it as if it had not been touched in over a year. It hadn’t.
In the middle was a small box. On top of it were two rings. One belonged to him and the other to his wife.
Simone Helen Nolan was not even thirty when her car was involved in a horrific crash on the freeway. Her SUV had slammed into an oncoming truck, after the truck had been involved in a collision with another vehicle.
She was five months pregnant .
Nolan kissed her ring and held it tight in his hand.
The tighter he held it the more he felt like he was holding her.
But this was not true. She was gone, leaving behind this object that was once a sign of their love.
Nolan remembered what he was doing when he had found out.
He was in bed, the same bed he had just woken up in.
It was early morning and he was fast asleep when he received the call. Simone was on her way to work when the accident had happened.
She worked at the department of social services. A job she loved and was devoted to. But more than that, she was looking forward to taking time off. She wanted to spend it with their daughter .
Once they had found out it would be a girl they had started work on a nursery. They had already painted the walls pink and were in the process of filling it with furniture. They were even supposed to go shopping for baby clothes on the day of the accident.
Now the nursery, along with the furniture, lay covered in dust.
Nolan didn’t have the heart to go in there. It brought back too many memories of what could have been.
When he had received the call he didn’t believe it at first. They were lying, he had told them. They probably mistook him for someone else. But they confirmed his name and address.
The drive to the accident scene was a blur. He couldn’t remember much of it and was glad for it. He was probably in shock. He kept telling himself that this didn’t happen to people like him, it happened to others.
But it did happen and it changed his life for the worse.
When he reached his destination, what he saw was forever etched in his memory.
The SUV had been crushed from the front end. There was zero possibility the driver inside could have survived.
Nolan was asked to identify the victim.
He wished he didn’t have to. It was his wife, and she was dead.
From that moment on, Tom Nolan had stopped wanting to live anymore. There was no point to his life.
While he didn’t have the courage to end it, he wished the alcohol or someone else would.
THIRTY-TWO
Jessica left her apartment with a mission on her mind.
The previous night she and Hyder had spent several hours in his basement going over the student records taken from the university. They had started from the earliest years and worked forward.
Her dad had taught for almost twenty years, which meant there were thousands of students who were in his class.
Luckily, for Hyder and Jessica knew who they were searching for. They focused their efforts on students with the initials
He threw the bottle across the room. He got up and went for his gun. He cocked the hammer and placed the muzzle in his mouth.
All he had to do was pull the trigger to end his suffering.
His hand began to tremble and he began to sob. Hot tears covered his entire face.
He felt like a coward for not going through with it. He had tried to commit suicide many times before, but in the end, he didn’t have the guts to go through with it.
He dropped the gun and curled up into a ball.
The pain was a constant reminder of what he had lost. It had seeped through every cell of his body, leaving him a shell of his former self.
He thought about his life and what it had become after the tragic event. It definitely wouldn’t have involved him crying on his bedroom floor.
He lifted himself up and slowly went over to the dresser. Women’s make-up and jewelry were neatly placed on top of it as if it had not been touched in over a year. It hadn’t.
In the middle was a small box. On top of it were two rings. One belonged to him and the other to his wife.
Simone Helen Nolan was not even thirty when her car was involved in a horrific crash on the freeway. Her SUV had slammed into an oncoming truck, after the truck had been involved in a collision with another vehicle.
She was five months pregnant .
Nolan kissed her ring and held it tight in his hand.
The tighter he held it the more he felt like he was holding her.
But this was not true. She was gone, leaving behind this object that was once a sign of their love.
Nolan remembered what he was doing when he had found out.
He was in bed, the same bed he had just woken up in.
It was early morning and he was fast asleep when he received the call. Simone was on her way to work when the accident had happened.
She worked at the department of social services. A job she loved and was devoted to. But more than that, she was looking forward to taking time off. She wanted to spend it with their daughter .
Once they had found out it would be a girl they had started work on a nursery. They had already painted the walls pink and were in the process of filling it with furniture. They were even supposed to go shopping for baby clothes on the day of the accident.
Now the nursery, along with the furniture, lay covered in dust.
Nolan didn’t have the heart to go in there. It brought back too many memories of what could have been.
When he had received the call he didn’t believe it at first. They were lying, he had told them. They probably mistook him for someone else. But they confirmed his name and address.
The drive to the accident scene was a blur. He couldn’t remember much of it and was glad for it. He was probably in shock. He kept telling himself that this didn’t happen to people like him, it happened to others.
But it did happen and it changed his life for the worse.
When he reached his destination, what he saw was forever etched in his memory.
The SUV had been crushed from the front end. There was zero possibility the driver inside could have survived.
Nolan was asked to identify the victim.
He wished he didn’t have to. It was his wife, and she was dead.
From that moment on, Tom Nolan had stopped wanting to live anymore. There was no point to his life.
While he didn’t have the courage to end it, he wished the alcohol or someone else would.
THIRTY-TWO
Jessica left her apartment with a mission on her mind.
The previous night she and Hyder had spent several hours in his basement going over the student records taken from the university. They had started from the earliest years and worked forward.
Her dad had taught for almost twenty years, which meant there were thousands of students who were in his class.
Luckily, for Hyder and Jessica knew who they were searching for. They focused their efforts on students with the initials
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