I was exhausted but I was determined to get to the bottom of this case.
The victim had been murdered in cold blood, and the police had no leads. The only thing they had to go on was a single strand of hair, which had been found at the scene of the crime.
I had been running the swabs for the past three weeks, but no matter how much I prayed, no matter how many samples I tested, it would keep telling me the same thing. The DNA was a match.
I was stumped. I had gone through every possible combination of DNA, and yet the results still came back the same. I had no idea what to do next.
I sat there in my lab, staring at the results for what felt like hours. I was at a total loss, and I was starting to feel desperate.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I quickly grabbed the sample, and ran it through the machine one more time. This time, the results were different. The DNA was a match, but it wasn’t to the victim. It was to the murderer.
I had finally cracked the case.
I quickly called the police, and they were able to apprehend the murderer shortly after. Thanks to my hard work, justice was served.
I had done it. I had run the swabs for the 100th time, and it had paid off. No matter how much I prayed, no matter how many samples I tested, I had finally found the answer.