I apologize in advance for the crappy ending. I am running out of things to write about. Also...I HATE WRITING AT A DESK!
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Ugh! Just waking up at an assigned time sounds horrible. :) Thanks for reading and reviewing.
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I am so sorry that my updating went from being daily, to once or twice a week. Until I get my new hinges, I'm afraid it's going to be like that. Unless I can develop a habit of writing on my iPod...Which probably won't happen. Then I can get rid of this spider-infested desk. Joy.
Well...I probably should sign off here. I don't know which story will be up next, so just keep an eye out for both. I probably won't be able to write for a few more days because I do have some other writing assignments that need to be finished. (The Huntress being one of them).
Thank you for staying with me! You guys are amazing!
Please enjoy!
At 4:55, Keith and I managed to slip out of the house without disturbing the peace. I was surprised though, at how Kira was a heavy sleeper. I fell down at least three times, and all she did was snore loudly.
When I met Keith in the kitchen, he was scribbling a note on a piece of paper. He set it down on the table and smiled towards me. "Let's go before my mom gets up," he said and we made our way towards the back door that led to the prosperous acres of land.
"What was that note for?" I asked as Keith pushed the door open. He smiled slightly.
"'Mom and Dad,'" he recited quietly, "'Kenna and I had to go into the station early today. They might have found a lead. I'll see you when we get home. Keith.'"
"I was thinking about that," I said as we started our way across the fields and to our car. "What are we going to do until 7:00?"
"Well," a voice rose up behind us. I nearly screamed, but Keith stole the honor. We whipped around and gasped. "You think you two can get out of doing chores that easily?" Mrs. Ferrell placed her hands on her hips.
"Uh..." I began slowly, shaking from the surprise. "Well..."
"I want the two of you to go inside and start cooking breakfast for the others. And after that, I'll have you clean up the barn." She pointed towards Keith. "Your father is in bed sick with a stomach virus and I ain't leavin' the farm untended. You're the heir, you do the work."
"Mom!" Keith whined, much like a child. "Kenna and I have our own jobs; we are basically superheroes! We need to find Kristen or..."
"I don't want to hear it!" Mrs. Ferrell exclaimed. "Breakfast. Now." She directed her finger towards the back door and Keith hung his head.
"Come on, Kenna," he groaned. "The faster we get this done, the earlier we can be to work."
-C.O.D-
We were at least an hour late.
Keith and I rushed into the precinct, our hair tousled and clothes covered in dirt. We were planning on showering, but we noticed that we were already super late, so we abandoned the thought.
Captain McNeill eyed us as if we were insane. "You two look...Um..." he attempted to find the right description, but his mind failed him.
"My mother is insane," Keith grumbled lightly. "Can we just move on?"
McNeill nodded and waved us into his office. Keith and I sat down in the chairs in front of his desk as he took a seat. He stared at us before continuing on with the more important subject; our case.
"Our officers are down at Alaina Boelynn's house, keeping her company. That's really all that's happened."
"Our killer hasn't resurfaced?" Keith asked and Captain McNeill shook his head solemnly.
"We might have scared her away," he replied, "unless you have another friend that's a girl that we should worry about."
"No, Sir," Keith sighed.
"Then we're stuck, aren't we," Captain McNeill added and he rubbed his eyes. "How do you catch a killer when there isn't any bait?"
"There is," I informed. "Alaina is most likely Kristen's next target. If we can get the officers to leave Alaina, but have Keith and myself stake out her house, we could probably catch our killer."
"But what if things go wrong?" Keith asked. "What if we screw something up and Alaina ends up just like Talia?"
"We cannot have another death hit our town," Captain McNeill confirmed. "Doing so would frighten the public into oblivion! I don't know how they did it in your city, Sweetheart, but in Dell City, we like to keep our people safe."
"Well," I replied, "I just so happen to be the daughter of a former FBI agent and the San Francisco Police Department's Captain. I've learned a lot in my youth about luring in a serial killer and most of the time it works. It's a matter of trust from here on out. And the question is; Do you trust me?"
"Heh," Captain McNeill chuckled lowly. "Well I'll be...In all of my years I have never seen an officer demand trust like you have." He pushed himself up and outstretched his hand. "But yes, Ms. Fallon," he gripped mine in his and smiled. "I trust you."
