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I don't want to turn into one of those needy writer who constantly ask for reviews but, seriously, some feedback would be appreciated. Please, tell me what you like, don't like, what you'd like to see...
Regardless, enjoy!
Disclaimer in chapter one.
Kate,
When I first started working with you people couldn't understand why was so happy to be called at all times of the night just to go to a murder scene and if I'm being honest, for a while I couldn't understand it either. I don't know when it happened but one day I realized that it was it was you that I was happy to see. The passion for your work, the unrelenting search for the truth... Seeing you work is like seeing the real you, underneath the badge and the gun, the layers of hurt and the wit, seeing the kick-ass woman you are, who feels to deeply and doesn't believe in the goodness of people too easily.
You know just what to say to help the families, you know what to look for, you piece together all those little pieces that others don't see. You're amazing, the fact that your job revolves around the dead doesn't bother you. It doesn't matter who died or did what, you're always trying to finish the story. You remind me of a certain ruggedly handsome guy we both know. You should have been a writer.
It sucks that the only reason I met you was through some bizarre twist of fate and some unfortunate girl had to die but, and I am aware of how this sounds, I'm glad it did. The cases we've solved together, the things we've been though, everything we've seen... I wouldn't change one minute of it. I love you and I'm thankful for everyday I still have you in my life.
D is for the dead, the unfortunate souls that have brought us together and gave me the chance to see your side of the story everyday: to see the way you give them a voice, the way you keep them alive, even after they're gone.
Rick.