On Friday, June 23, a body washed up on the 15th Street Beach of Wildwood, New Jersey. The body was later identified as Rachael Smith, my sister. Her death was ruled as a homicide. The cause of death of my sister was determined the day she was found. Rachael had been intentionally drowned to death. However, the detectives on her case could not identify the suspect. Even six months after her death, they still could not crack the case. The mystery of the murder of my sister was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to figure out who killed Rachael Smith.

I had seen my sister just in the morning on the day she was killed. Rachael had seemed her normal self. I had not suspected anything was wrong with her. We had gone to breakfast on the boardwalk. She ordered her usual two chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of beacon. After breakfast, we went to visit our mother who was in the hospital. Our mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer eight months prior. The doctors said she should die any day now, and my sister and I were at peace with the thought of our mother being with our father in heaven. Our mother knew her days were numbered, so during our visit at the hospital, she decided to have her attorney read her will aloud to us before she died. Since my …show more content…
That was the last time I saw my sister.

The detectives had questioned many people that they thought could have had a motive for the murder of my sister, but their alibis and stories all checked out. Almost everyone in town had been questioned except for me. I was never questioned once, until one day two policemen knocked on my door. The names on their name tags read John Albert and Richard Corcoran. John was a very short and skinny bald man, while Richard was very tall, lean, and muscular.

Richard said, “We are here to ask you a few questions about the murder of your sister, Rachael Smith. May we come