THIS CHAPTER IS BACK TO TRINITY'S POV.

"We are going to get through this." I told Casey

"How? My husband is dead! Is Faith going to remember her father when she walks down the aisle? When she has kids?"

"I'll walk her down the aisle." Dickie said

"Its not the same." Casey sobbed, running from the room, her tears piercing the floor

I hopped from the bed, running after my sister-in-law. Losing Chester hadn't even begun to sink in. I didn't feel any pain. Was I numb? Was I high? Was I still feeling the effects of the coffee? I still ran faster and faster, despite the fact I knew Olivia was chasing me. I didn't even know if I was in a hospital gown or not. Did I have my badge? My gun? I bolted after Casey, out the doors of the hospital, and I watched the street names fly. I saw:

85Th Street

86th Street

87th Street

88th Street

89th Street

90th Street

Casey made a right hand turn at 90th. We continued on Newman's Street.

"Casey!" I screamed, running full speed now, only chasing was what now a depleting image of Casey's fiery red hair

"Casey!" I screamed louder, watching and running faster and faster, an ice ball rapidly growing and melting in the pit of my stomach, making it contract and burn. Casey would not stop running.

"CASEY!!!" I screamed louder, watching as she disappeared inside a club

I could the friction burning holes in my new jeans by now. My heart was beating so fast my head hurt like a bitch. I was running so fast the wind flowed in my shirt. I was running so fast my badge was leaving cuts on my breast as it bounced. I was running so fast that I could barely hear the world outside, just my heart beating in sync with my breathing.

I did not wait for cars. I did not wait for buses. I did not wait for taxis, pedestrians or bikers. I did not wait for red lights. I did not wait for yellow lights. And I did not wait for green lights.

I did not watch for other police officers. I did not watch for Olivia. I did not watch for anything.

I only watched for Casey and that club.

Just then, something broke my silence.

The horn of a oncoming bus.