I'm baaaaack! :D
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-The Sarcastic Polar Bear
Haha! Thank you for reading! :D
-mozzi-girl (Beast!)
Well, if the Beast likes it, then it must be good. Thank you for your comment and for reading. :)
-PlayingWithColdFlames
Haha! You actually gave me an idea with your USEFUL ramble. :D Though, I have a feeling there might be another short story if I add romance to this one. Let's just see. Thank you! :D
-ZeDancingHobbit
Good theory. :) I won't tell you if you're right, but you're in the right state of mind. :D Thank you!
Okay, I'm finally back from that camp! However, I didn't come home until 7 last night, when the camp ended at 11 AM. The reason; I went boating with some cousins and I hung out at my grandma's house, then hung out with my two younger brothers and my dad, and when all of that was over, I had to unpack EVERYTHING and shower (Because of the lake) and by the time I was finally in bed, it was around ten. So, I decided to update this afternoon! :D
Also, I spent the whole week thinking of this story and brainstorming ideas. I actually met another writer and illustrator at this camp and we both shared ideas. I told her about this story and she provided me with an interesting plot twist that I absolutely adored and am going to use.
Sorry for the long wait. Thank you for reading, reviewing, and staying with my for this long! :D
Enjoy!
We drove in complete silence until the last few minutes of the drive.
"Why do you insist on calling me Fallon?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I never liked the given nickname, it seemed like it would be Daniel's thing. But no; whenever I messed up, "Wow! Why'd you do that, Fallon?"
"Well, your last name is Fallon and I just assumed..."
"Just assumed that I liked my last name to replace my first name?" I responded coldly. "Look, I know you and Daniel might have a little game that has the same rules, but I'm not my brother. In fact, my parents are disappointed in me because I'm not like them in anyway." I looked down at my feet, this being the first time I had told someone how I had felt. "Daniel and Jay Lynn are perfect; they have the best of friends, and one of mine is dead. Jay Lynn is extremely pretty and popular...I was bullied every day. Daniel has had luck with finding a potential mate; My only mates are the shelter dogs. Their life is perfect! Mom and Dad adore them because they want to work at the SFPD. Me?" I shook my head and sighed. "I don't want a part of it."
Keith was silent, taking in what I had just said. "Kenna," he began slowly and gave me a small smile, "you know, Daniel says some pretty similar things; though in his perspective, you are the loved one."
"And why would that be? What good have I done to be considered 'loved' by my parents?"
"Well, first of all, parents love their child no matter what they want to be when they grow up. That, and you received a gift that your father had that no one else in your family got."
"What would that be?"
"You have a way with dogs. I mean, Vadar used to be an institute mutt, and now, he's working for the SFPD. Sure, he still has a few issues here and there, but if it weren't for you, he would probably be dead or stuck in a cage for the rest of his short life."
I shrugged. "Yeah, but I doubt that it matters. So what, I work with troubled mutts. My brother catches bad guys every day and Jay Lynn can solve a crime in under a day."
Keith pulled into the driveway of a suburban home. He looked towards me and smiled.
"It doesn't matter how great the person's job or talent may be," he replied, his smile sending me a calming message. "It matters how they use and cherish that talent. You love the dogs more than boys, something Jay Lynn could never do. You can turn a troubled mutt into a police dog in one month at the most."
I pondered his words. Surely they would mean something magnificent to me, but my bad attitude with interfering. "I guess so," was my only reply. "We got a suspect to interrogate. Can we talk this out later?"
Keith nodded as he stepped out of the car. "Sure thing."
We approached the door and knocked slowly. I listened closely for the sound of footsteps approaching the door, but nothing could be heard. I knocked once more and heard a muffled grunt.
"Coming..."
"She might run when she sees you," I said, turning towards Keith. "Or she might beat the crap out of me when she sees me. This can go bad either way."
"Just keep calm, alright? First lesson of interrogation; if you're calm, the suspect will be calm as well."
The door creaked open and a familiar face peered through.
Matted blonde hair fell in her face, hazel eyes that used to sparkle were dimmed and deprived of any emotion. Her mascara had smeared under her eyes and her lips lacked the usual gloss they used to wear in high school.
"Kenna Fallon?" she asked and I nodded slowly. She looked towards Keith and I could see the flirtatious side in her growing. "And you are?"
"Detective Keith Ferrell. My partner, Kenna, and I were wondering if we can have a word with you regarding Kiara Holland's death?"
JesseAnne scrunched up her face. "Where have I heard that name before? It sounds so familiar..."
"According to Kenna and Kiara's phone records, you knew her very well and even threatened to hurt her because she was dating Daniel Fallon."
JesseAnne nodded and swung open the door. She was in Pj's that were somewhat skimpy.
"Before we continue," I state quietly, "Can you please put a bath robe on or something?"
JesseAnne shrugged and disappeared into a separate room. When she came back, she had on black yoga pants and a white tank-top. She led us to her somewhat messy living room and motioned for us to sit down.
"So, Kiara Holland, the Mayor's little whore is dead?"
I stood up, rage boiling inside me. "Don't you dare call my friend a whore!"
"Kenna, sit down," Keith commanded and he gripped my hand and yanked me down. "The last thing we need is for her to overpower you."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry but...She's disgracing Kiara's memory."
"We'll settle this later," Keith whispered. "Now please, just try to stay calm."
"So, how long have you two been sleeping together?" JesseAnne asked, smirking slightly. I was about to lunge at her when Keith held me down.
"We're just partners," Keith assured. "Now, can I please ask you..."
"Oh, how cute! Mal and Natara said the same thing before they were caught making out in an interrogation room," JesseAnne scoffed. "They made headlines for that; 'Dashing Detective Breaks Police Code to be with his Partner.' "
"One more word, woman, and I will force my partner to remove his gun!" I shout and Keith sighed.
"Can we settle the reunion later? Just let me ask my question..."
JesseAnne laughed silently and waved her hand, a signal for us to continue.
"Did you kill Kiara Holland?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. She had to be the one. She fit the profile and everything!
But when I stated my question, her face fell. "Wh-what?"
