Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 01

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 01

Sarah Winter was dead.

The suicide note she left behind said I had driven her to her death.

Ryan Hall shoved me down in front of the tombstone on the Hall family’s private estate and tried to force me to kneel before her.

The Halls cried and called me a killer.

Sarah’s fans blocked the entrance outside the cemetery. They held up their phones and handwritten signs, demanding that I answer with my life.

I looked at the black coffin that had stayed sealed the whole time.

Then I asked only one question.

“Where is the death certificate?”

Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot. His voice was hoarse as he shouted at me.

“Erin, she’s dead! How much longer are you going to keep this up?”

I didn’t explain.

I called the police.

“Someone is using a suicide note to accuse me of driving someone to her death.”

“I need the police here, and I want a medical examiner to verify the body.”

The moment the call went through, the cemetery fell quiet.

…

Ryan grabbed my wrist.

“Erin Grayson, hang up.”

I looked up at him.

“Why?”

His eyes were bloodshot.

“Sarah is dead.”

I looked down at his hand.

“That’s exactly why we should call the police.”

I turned on speaker.

The dispatcher’s voice came through my phone.

“Hello. What emergency are you reporting?”

Ryan’s expression changed.

I looked into his eyes and said every word clearly.

“Someone is using one suicide note to pin a death on me.”

“The location is on the Hall family’s private estate.”

“They are demanding that I confess and kneel in front of a coffin.”

“I want the police to check the death process.”

“If needed, I want the body inside the coffin identified by a medical examiner.”

After that, silence dropped over the cemetery.

Ryan’s mother, Lydia Hall, reacted first.

She leaned against the coffin, crying so hard she could barely stand.

“Erin, how can you be so cruel?”

“Sarah already died in such a terrible way. Are you still going to disturb her after death?”

Sarah’s agent, Mara Beck, also looked at me with red eyes.

“Ms. Grayson, Sarah tried to spare you until the very end.”

“She did so much charity work. She saved so many people.”

“She didn’t sue you. She didn’t call you out in public. In her final note, she only begged you to leave her alone.”

“Why won’t you even give her this last bit of peace?”

I looked at her.

“Did you see Sarah jump from the building with your own eyes?”

Mara froze.

“Everyone saw it on the livestream!”

“I asked if you saw it with your own eyes.”

Her lips moved, but no words came out.

I turned to Ryan.

“Where is the EMS dispatch record?”

Ryan did not answer.

Even Mara’s tears stopped for a moment.

I continued, “Who knows what is really inside that coffin?”

“Who confirmed the body?”

No one in the cemetery spoke. Only the fans outside were still shouting.

Sarah was a major star. After her death, fans had come here to demand justice for her.

I looked at them.

“You have nothing.”

“Only a suicide note filled with my name.”

“And a coffin no one has opened once.”

“Yet you want to force me to kneel and confess?”

Mara’s face went pale for a moment.

Ryan’s fingers tightened suddenly.

I glanced down at my reddened wrist.

“What? Do you want to hit me?”

“The police aren’t here yet. Want to leave some marks on me first?”

His body stiffened.

The next second, he let go of my hand.

Lydia shook with rage.

“Erin!”

“Are you threatening the Hall family?”

“It’s not a threat,” I said.

“It’s a reminder.”

“The Hall family can put me on trial in this cemetery all it wants.”

“But the law doesn’t answer to the Hall family.”

The fans outside kept shouting. Their voices filled the cemetery.

Ryan stared at me. His voice was cold and heavy.

“Erin, you really have to take this to the police?”

“Sarah is already dead. You still want a medical examiner to check her body? If the fans outside find out, this will only get worse for you.”

I smiled.

“Ryan, you were the one who dragged me here.”

“You were the one who threw the suicide note in my face.”

“You were the ones who called me a murderer first.”

“Now I’m only asking the police to investigate.”

“What are you afraid of?”

At that point, Daniel, the Hall family’s legal adviser, finally stepped forward.

He pushed up his glasses. His tone was still calm.

“Ms. Grayson, of course the police may come.”

“It’s just that Sarah’s family has already authorized the Hall family to handle her funeral.”

“She will be moved to the funeral home tonight under the standard process.”

I looked at him.

“Who is her family?”

“Sarah’s parents.”

“Where are they?”

“In Canada.”

I nodded.

“She has supposedly been dead for three hours. Her parents aren’t present. The body hasn’t been confirmed.”

“And the Hall family can already move her to a funeral home?”

Daniel’s face stiffened.

“Her family gave remote authorization.”

“Where is the written authorization?”

He didn’t answer right away.

I stepped forward.

“And one more thing.”

“You said she will be moved tonight under the standard process.”

“What standard process?”

“Where is the body transfer form? Where is the chain-of-custody record? Who is receiving her? Who signed off on it?”

Daniel pressed his lips together.

Mara immediately interrupted with tears in her eyes.

“Erin, enough!”

“Sarah cared about her dignity more than anything.”

“She fell from the twenty-seventh floor. Her body is already…”

“Ryan didn’t let you see because he didn’t want people talking about her after death.”

I looked at her.

“Did I say I wanted to see her?”

Mara froze.

“I asked for the death certificate, the body transfer form and chain-of-custody record, and her family’s written authorization.”

“Every time I ask for records, you talk about dignity.”

“Is it because you can’t produce those documents, or because the person in the coffin isn’t who you say it is?”

“You keep putting pressure on me because you want me to kneel to her in front of the public, don’t you?”

After that, the cemetery went still.

Ryan snapped his eyes up.

“Erin.”

His voice was terrifyingly low.

“Do you realize what you’re saying?”

“I do.”

I looked at him.

“Since you say Sarah is dead.”

“From now on, every step needs proof.”

I paused and looked back at the coffin.

“First, prove one thing.”

“Is the person in that coffin Sarah Winter?”