"How did you do sweetie?" The woman asked from inside of the car as her daughter climbed in.
"I did fifteen hundred metres in nine minutes fifty eight seconds." She dumped her stuff in the back, smiling at her mother.
"Aw well done honey! That's beaten your record, right?" The girl nodded. "That's great! Now buckle up." She gestured to the seat belt.
"You buckle up." She did up her seat belt, frowning at the fact that her mother pulled away without doing up her own.
It was late, already getting dark, and a Friday night.
A recipe for disaster.
The older woman turn the radio on to hear Seven Nation Army's White Stripes, laughing at her daughters love of the song.
She looked down to change the radio station for a split second, going through the junction box as the lights turned amber.
And then it happened.
Then it stopped.
Her heart stopped.
Her brain stopped.
Her life stopped.
The car came barrelling down the road.
The car came barrelling down the road, hitting their car. Hitting their car with the weight of a ton of water.
Hitting her mother with all the force it could give.
She felt the car moving into the building at the side of the junction. She felt it bending between the doorway that was protecting her now.
She felt the car vibrate with her mother's last screams.
She felt the car vibrate with her mother's last breaths.
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"The Red John signature was there, but there was no body." Cho repeated as the team sat in silence. "What was she even doing in that house?"
"Her brother got into trouble, accused of something he didn't do and the only way he would get off was if she went into the house and got the files to prove it. Her other brothers refuse to go within ten miles of that house, and with good reason." Van Pelt answered.
"I think it's safe to presume that she's still alive. Why take her body?" Rigsby put in his two cent's worth.
"It's not safe to assume anything. He could have taken her body to display it in a better way."
"Or she's alive."
"Or she's alive."
And back to silence.
That was consuming a lot of their time lately.
It was weird, when you thought about it. Despite years of working together, they didn't really know each other. In fact, sitting in silence had taught them a lot aabout each other.
Loosing one of their team had brought them together.
But it hadn't. Not really.
The centre must hold. That's common knowledge.
She and Jane are the centre.
She is the level headed one, he is the wild child in an adults body. They balanced each other out.
But now that was gone.
The centre had been broken in halve, an it couldn't hold the extra weight.
It was falling apart.
The centre was cracking.
The entire foundation was falling apart without her.
"Van Pelt, start digging into her history. If this guy knew about her old house and when and why she would be there, he has to be connected to her in some way." "Start looking into her childhood."
This seems like a very appropriate time to repeat myself: recipe for disaster.
XXX
Her head was spinning in a million and one directions. The fumes of the petrol met her nose, making her gag inwardly.
And then she smelt it.
She smelt that copper like smell that we all hate and dread.
She smelt blood.
She smelt a lot of blood.
Ignoring the pain in her head, she turned and looked at her mother.
She looked at what was left of her mother.
And it almost made her scream.
Her head was hanging lifeless, her chest standing still. Blood was dripping from her face, sticking her hair together. Her bright emerald eyes were no longer their beautiful, natural shade of green, but were a pale grey instead.
She was dead.
Her mother had died.
Her mother was dead and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her mother was lying dead next to her, and all she could do was sit and weep.
Her mother was dead.
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