"Sir, this is a crime scene," the officer stepped in front of me, blocking my view of what was left of Tanya's house. Which wasn't much.

I grumbled and flashed him my badge. He nodded in apology and stepped aside.

"Chief," I called, ducking under the yellow tape.

He looked up as he stumbled over the rubble and waved. I jogged over, nearly tripping over charred pieces of wood.

"She didn't have a chance," Chief said. "We found remnants of a bug. They must have had her phone tapped, knew what was going down the moment you called her."

"Damn it," I whispered. "I should have known. This is my fucking fault, Chief. I killed her because I was blind to anything else except solving Kate's case."

"You're a good cop and a good brother, Edward. You didn't want any of this to happen."

I didn't answer. I stuck my hands in my pockets and kicked a piece of furniture to the side. "I'm better than this."

I was angry. And I wished that I could use another word, another emotion other than anger. Anger seemed so simple. So trite. Like when the store was out of your favorite type of ice cream. But that's all it was. Pure, simple anger.

I started back towards my car and pulled my keys out of my pocket.

"Cullen!" Chief called. "What are you doing?"

"Being a good cop." I hopped into my car and sped off. I dialed Bella's number at the first stop sign I hit and pressed send.

"Edward," she answered.

"I want you to get Maggie, pack a bag, just enough for what you need. Essentials, do you understand me?"

"What's going on?"

"I'm taking him down." I clenched my teeth. "I'm taking Turner down."

"I don't understand," she stuttered.

"I need you both out of the apartment. I don't care where you go, a motel in the middle of nowhere, just go. Don't let them find you, Bella." They didn't hesitate to kill Tanya. If they knew I wasn't backing down, they'd go after the people I loved the most. And they were both in that apartment. I wouldn't be surprised if they were listening to our conversation now. Turner was a powerful man. Way too powerful for his own good. I would never underestimate him again. "I need you gone in five minutes, got it?"

"Okay," she said, her voice shaking.

"No, Bella. Get rid of the nerves, get rid of the anxiety. Five minutes. Pack what you need. Go. Don't call me, I'll call you."

"Okay," she said, her voice more steady. "I love you."

"I love you. Now go." I hung up and pushed the pedal down as I flipped on my lights. I didn't want him to have time to get to them.

I called Jasper to get the address of Turner's office and immediately put it into my GPS. Twelve minutes. I was twelve minutes away.

I gripped the wheel tight as I sped through the city. Traffic slowed and pulled to the side as I came up behind them, creating a clear path for me.

I still didn't know what I was going to say to him. He'd play dumb. Act like he had no idea what I was talking about. He was a politician. Good at lying, twisting the truth. I didn't expect anything less from him.

My car came to a screeching halt in a no parking zone in front of his office. I calmly walked inside and searched the board for his floor.

I was the only one in the elevator. I stared blankly at the screen as the floor numbers changed, counting up until the 7th floor.

When I stepped off of the elevator, I walked right into the small lobby of his office. It was surprisingly busy with people chatting on their bluetooths or typing away on their phones and laptops.

I weaved through the people waiting and stopped in front of the desk.

"Are you here for Family First?" The secretary looked up at me and smiled.

"Uh...no. I need to speak with Mr. Turner."

"Do you have an appointment?" Her smile turned sour. She knew damn well I didn't. She probably had his schedule memorized.

I reached inside my jacket and pulled out my badge. "I don't need an appointment."

"Let...me see if he's available." She picked up her phone and dialed. "Mr. Turner? There's an officer here to see you...He didn't say." She nodded. "Okay."

She cleared her throat as she hung up the phone. "This way please," she said, standing and waving towards the door behind her.

I followed the woman down a long hallway to a large set of doors at the end. She paused and knocked.

"Come in," a voice called. I recognized it. I'd heard it on political ads for years and in the news. Turner.

The secretary opened the door for me and stepped aside, allowing me to go in. She followed afterward and hung back by the door.

"How can I help you, Officer?" Turner said, looking up from the paperwork on his desk.

"Katherine Cullen," I said, because I didn't know what else to say. She was the reason I was here, the center of all of this. Everything led back to her.

I thought for a moment that he didn't know her name, that she was less than a blip on his radar. And I hated him even more for that. I thought...hoped all these years that she haunted whoever was responsible for her death. Now I was starting to doubt that.

He stopped writing and set down his pen. "I'm sorry, who?" He looked up at me and cocked his eyebrow.

"Katherine Cullen. Murdered fifteen years ago. Body dumped in the woods."

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "I remember reading about that. Tragic case, however I fail to see what this has to do with me."

"It has everything to do with you."

He stared at me for the longest moment, resting his chin on his palm. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, the way Maggie did when she broke one of my coffee cups. "I'm afraid you're mistaken."

"You have a press conference in fifteen minutes, Sir," the secretary murmured.

"Grab my notes, Stephanie," Turner said, standing from his chair. The secretary quietly left the room.

Turner started to walk towards the door, pausing just beside me. He kept his eyes forward as an arrogant smirk spread across his lips. "You look just like her, Edward."

"You think you're untouchable," I whispered. "I will get you, you son of a bitch."

"Excuse me, please. I have a press conference to get to." He nodded and left the room, silently requesting me to follow him. I did. Fists clenched at my sides, I followed him back down the hallway.

I needed something. I needed something else that tied him to my sister. Something suspicious, something off. I'd give anything to know what she knew. Whatever got her killed was going to bring him down. I had to find it.

There were even more people in the lobby of his office. I finally noticed their press badges and realized they must be here for the press conference. A large Family First banner was strewn across a wall behind a small podium. The journalist had gathered like a pack of hyenas in front of it, anxiously waiting for Turner to take the stage.

I scoffed. Family First, his most successful program. It was the platform of his entire political career. The reason he probably go re-elected. Seemed a little ironic to me since he sure as hell didn't put my family first.

I was relieved to get back to the apartment, even though I knew Bella and Maggie weren't there. I needed them more than ever, but I refused to risk their safety for my selfishness. I was happy they were gone. I knew Bella would take care of Maggie. I knew she'd protect her with her life.

Before I even reached the apartment, I knew something was wrong. The door was ajar.

I could see that our couch was overturned, lying next to a broken lamp on the floor.

"What the..." I mumbled. I walked inside and looked around. Every cabinet was open. My fridge was open wide, the light bulb inside flickering on and off.

I breathed a sigh of relief, despite the disaster in my apartment. They were gone. Maggie and Bella had gotten out. I'd warned them just in time. Everything was okay as long as they were okay.

I continued down the hallway and spotted the mess in our bedroom. The closets were wide open, all of the contents emptied onto the floor. Our mattress was off the bed frame, lying on the floor.

I gave them too much credit, thinking they would leave my little girl's room alone. It was just as destroyed as ours was. I spotted her teddy bear lying among the debris and leaned over to pick it up. She was going to be pissed. She had to have her teddy to sleep.

I clutched it tight to my chest and started to leave the room, but something caught my eye back by her closet.

"No," I gasped. Laying on the floor, with a mess of clothes half in and half out, were their getaway bags. They never left.

A/N: I am a broken record, but I am sincerely sorry this took so long. When I started writing this story, I was working a part time job and it left me a lot of time and energy to write. Luckily I found a full time job, which is good for me, but not so much for my writing. I haven't lost interest and would NEVER ever abandon one of my stories, I just want to make sure the couple people that are still reading this know that. I honestly just don't have as much time to write and when I do I'm so tired that I can't. If I could write while I sleep, that would be ideal so if you know of any device that can help me out with that send it my way.

I appreciate you guys so much and thank you for continuing on this journey with me! I'll see you soon (hopefully).