7
Outside the wind blew some. Flack gave her another push towards his car. Chantelle's could feel her senses start to act up. She could feel her face feel with heat. Why are these feelings coming now? What is with this man? Do I know him? An image of a young man formed in her head. Her heart started to shutter in her chest. She shook the thought. It couldn't be. There's no way. I don't know this man.
Flack crossed the street with her. "In the car," Flack said in his cop mood now that they reached the car. "Watch your head," Chantelle ducked as she slid in the back seat of the cop car. Flack shut the door. He sighed as he climbed in the front.
Flack's mind: I hate this job sometimes. He looked in his mirror. She has to be telling the truth, I also believe Sid. I mean he has never lied to us. Maybe Mac and his team can find something…..anything. I have to trust in that. Something just doesn't fit here. Look at those innocent eyes, I….he sighed. there's something about her eyes but what?
"You're having second thoughts about me aren't you." She asked noticing that he was just sitting there in his seat not doing anything.
"Huh?" Flack started the car and pulled out into mid day traffic.
"You guys think the worst about everyone." Chantelle looked out the window. "I don't blame any of you. I didn't and some what still don't trust people. All my life people have let me down. I thought by being in the morgue things would be different. They couldn't let me down, they couldn't make promises they would break, they couldn't talk back, nothing."
Chantelle sighed, "I just got to New York and look at the trouble I got into. I…." she sighed again, this time looking out the other window. "I killed someone….What away to start my new life over."
Flack' s mind: start my new life over? What does she mean be that? There's more to this kid's story then, what she's been telling us. Something, that's in her past. Um….is she…. Don't go there Flack, his mind told him. But he had to wonder.
She likes to talk I see maybe she….
Flack don't. she's upset…
maybe she'll tell me everything….
don't do that Flack, it's not right.
I should treat her different then any other criminal?
This is different and you know it.
"I…" before she could say another word….there was a crash…glass shattered….
