  Something sad happened at work today. It was about another Amy I talked to a few weeks ago. (see how we are destined to be connected) Amy called up the newspaper because her mother, emotionally unstable, was missing.
We published a story the next day, hoping that someone or herself would see it. It has been almost three weeks now and she has heard nothing yet. The cops aren't doing anything really and have been pushing responsibilites back and forth between the precinct here and the missing people department in Manhattan. Amy was terribly worried. she was scared. she sent me e-mails again asking if I happen to know any private detective that might help. I don't. But I do know some detectives at 109 precinct. And that's how I brought this up with Detective Matthews. After some searching, he found that a Jane Doe, female Asian, was found floating in the ocean in Brooklyn the same day Amy's mother walked away. DOA. (it costs just 10 minutes and the minimum bit of patience, and I don't understand why they let the case sitting here for so long) He checked the descriptions, age, height, weight, scars on the right elbow. it should be her.. Now I will have to call Amy and let her know what's going on. I was somehow involved in such a tragedy.
I am not supposed to. I felt kinda sorry that I gave it a push and now Amy has to face something cruel. It might be easier for her if people never find out. But I wanted to help her, badly. "Be cool," I told myself, "she has to know. " 
