![]() ![]() The local suicide spot, a railroad bridge over a black river, seems to call to her.Īnd then one night, her next-door neighbor, Sam, appears at her office window and scrawls with a finger in the frost, I hid a body. ![]() Her marriage to her high school boyfriend has become increasingly shaky. She ran from her small hometown three hours north in the wake of a trauma. I am starting to read voices like Braille, the smoothness or roughness of them, the pauses.” If I had to count how many friends the job cost me over the years…we’d be here all morning,” but for Hannah, though the stories are indeed brutal, the work is kind of peaceful: In less than a week, “my sense of hearing seems heightened. The other transcriber tries to warn her, “People with normal jobs don’t get it. The shifts are at night, ten hours each, Sunday through Thursday, typing dictated reports left for her by the detectives. In Hannah Morrissey’s HELLO, TRANSCRIBER, Hazel Greenlee, 26, has just been hired as a police transcriber for Black Harbor, Wisconsin, the state’s most crime-ridden city. ![]() You’ll have to listen to accounts of things that are…traumatic…to say the least. “This job is violent and graphic in nature. A Police Transcriber Finds the Real Thing Close to Home ![]()
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