Frannie is Dead.

Ray could not believe it. The bastard had stormed into the 2-7 precinct, pulled a gun and shot his sister. Dead

Ray had watched helplessly as Fraser fought to save her. But nothing could fix her bullet shattered heart.


Frannie is Dead.

Her killer had escaped in the confusion caused by his gun shot.

Ray had left her cooling body to follow his best friend as the blood soaked Mountie frantically tracked her killer.


Frannie is Dead.

Her killer was trapped in a dead-end alleyway. As Fraser and Ray prepared to make their move Fraser turned anguished eyes on his friend. "Ray, you were wrong" he spoke horsely, "guys like me dream of marrying a girl like her".

Before Ray could reply Fraser stepped around the corner with one hand raised as if to ward off the killers bullets. Ray followed him out and shot the killer cleanly in the head. A heartbeat to late.

Two bodies hit the floor.


Fraser is Dead.

As Ray stood between the two graves in the tree shaded cemetery he remembered his sisters words from that fateful conversation "You are so afraid to dream. You are so afraid to reach out for something that you really want. You know what happens to people like you? They get old. They get alone. And they die."

He knelt and promised the two people dearest to him that he would dedicate his life to finding justice, and love. He would do it to honour them and the life they could have shared.

Ray stood and turned to leave, as he walked away he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A couple arm in arm, a beautiful young woman and a tall dark haired man. They were smiling.

Ray turned. All he saw was the soft sunlight shining through the trees reflecting from the freshly turned earth, polished granite, and bright spring flowers.

Ray smiled too.