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The lonely road was no longer lonely, it was now alive with sirens of police cars and ambulances. The blue lights flashing brightly in the dim light of the early morning. It should have been alive, it should have been buzzing with activity but it wasn't. There was an eerie silence as the police force stared down at what was now the third accident of its kind in so many months. The car was a complete wreck, the window screen had been smashed and the bonnet of the car had crumpled like a brown paper bag at the impact from the large tree. Blood still clung to the interior of the vehicle, a macabre reminder to the officers that life had been lost, young life.

'One survivor?' came the question of the tall, dark haired stranger, cutting through thick silence which had engulfed the crash scene.

'Yeah, a local kid by the name of Dan Farmer but he's in a pretty bad way' replied the female officer, her voice laced with weariness. But, this was not the weariness which came from lack of sleep, it was the weariness of someone who had seen too much and felt it deeply. She should have been in her prime but her blue eyes were edged with lines, making her seem older than she was. Her mousy brown hair was tied hastily back in a stern bun, flecks of grey already littering her hairline. A silver reminder of what the job had cost Officer Claxton.

'And you said this was the third accident of its kind?' the floppy haired stranger asked.

Officer Kate Claxton frowned, he seemed awfully young for FBI and she would check his credentials later with her superiors but his large, brown eyes were so sincere. So earnest.

Kate Claxton sighed. She was tired. Tired of death and blood. The scenes of the accidents up here were forever engrained on her memory, when she'd shut her eyes at night they'd replay in her minds eye. Blood. Death. Over and over again until she'd get out of bed and pace the house, a cup of green tea clenched in her small hand. Her two dogs had gotten used to middle of the night walks, anything to clear her mind of the horrors of the lonely road.

'Yeah. An accident every month. Always teenagers, probably driving a little too fast for the road'

'And the first accident up here was the death of a young couple; a Allen Clarke and Bridgette Mackness if I'm correct?' the agent asked, his voice perfectly blended the correct amount of professionalism and sympathy.

'Yeah. That was the first vehicle accident up her but it wasn't the first accident'

'What was Officer?'

Kate shut her eyes and shuddered. The first accident had been one of the worst, for months afterwards she'd taken the long way to work. Anything to avoid Oakland Farm.

'Officer?' The voice came again, cutting through her thoughts.

'The first accident was the death of Olivia Jenkins, a local girl and a keen equestrian' her voice came out deadpan and polite, it was the voice of someone who was trying desperately not to remember the horror of the scene when they had arrived. Trying and failing. Oh the blood. There had been so much blood. It had painted the road.

Kate Claxton looked the dark haired, dark eyed stranger in the eye but she was not present in her own. She had retreated inside herself, a coping mechanism some cops used to avoid the horror and the pain. Some times it was better to hide inside than crumble and break in the middle of a crime scene.

Her voice came out in a rushed whisper 'Her and her horse, I think he was called Pirate. Died together, a little further up the road. We never found who hit them. Her parents were distraught.'

'Where can I find her parents?' the stranger asked.

'They own Oakland Farm.'

AUTHORS NOTE 2: Yeah its a little shorter than chapter 1 but I have a chapter by chapter plan so roll with it. Thank yoooou. Loves and kisses to you all.