You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Baby I'm bleedin', bleedin'
Stay
Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin'
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one
When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay
Million Reasons by Lady Gaga

Kelly was used to the rhetoric that they always gave her. Daryl was an ok guy and time would tell if he would follow through, so many had not. Until Rick Grimes took an interest in her sisters case five years ago no one had cared. It wasn't their fault really, the police were understaffed, she understood, and her sister had been gone a long time. Rick had done his best, but once he was shot in the line of duty his wife Lori had insisted on an early retirement.

He had been a good man who cared about a young girl who had been left on the side of the road like garbage, and maybe he was the only one who cared, except for Kelly. Her whole life had been blown up by that one event and she ended up living in New Jersey until she was 18 with her mother's sister, because her mother was in and out of mental hospitals until she took her life when Kelly was 18.

No one would talk to her about it, preferring to shield her from the truth, like it was a dirty secret and they felt like they were doing the right thing, but Kelly remembered.

Of course she came right back to Georgia as soon as she was of age, even though her remaining family felt like it was a fool's errand. If it was, she couldn't help herself. Someone had to pay for what happened to her sister and inadvertently her parents.

Before he left Rick personally handed Jenny's case off to Daryl and Kelly appreciated that. She was unsure of this new detective, it had taken her such a long time to trust Rick. Rick trusted him, he had told her that he hand picked Dixon to be his successor because he knew Daryl would take it seriously.

It remained to be seen and this Daryl guy had no idea just how tenacious Kelly could be, he would figure it out soon enough when she started to call him weekly. He really had no idea, but he'd get it quick.

The problem was there was no evidence at all, some DNA from under Jenny's fingernails but it had never been matched. If it was Mac, and Kelly was pretty sure it was, he had left nothing at the crime scene, her house. There had been licorice under Jenny's window but it couldn't be tied to him, as if he had worn gloves and didn't bite it. So maybe he stood there, outside watching her sister and breaking pieces of licorice off to eat like a psycho.

Kelly figured that was exactly what he did, and she remembered her mother being afraid, now that she was older she understood. Her sister had been raped and murdered by someone who had been in their house, and he had left the licorice as a warning. I'll come get your other daughter if you say one word.

If anything he was smart, Jenny had said his IQ was off the charts. Kelly remembered hearing them arguing once out in the driveway and her sister calling him a dirt bag and Mac saying his father was a PhD in physics. Then she had given him some kind of math problem, and the guy blew her mind when he figured it out.

It came to Kelly in bits and pieces sometimes, the memories and sometimes she was afraid she was mixing stuff up and that's why she started writing it all down and checking up on him. It had been a long time now, in the meantime she hoped one of his relatives would get on ancestry or 23 and me and they could get his DNA somehow like they got the guy in California.

That case had been unsolved for years.

She was right about the licorice, Kelly knew, the bastard always had a pocket full of licorice when he came over so Jenny could cop from him. He gave Kelly the creeps even then and she was just a little kid then. It had been almost nineteen years, maybe he was dead, finally.

With her earbuds in her ears blasting Lady Gaga Kelly sat down at her computer late one night too long after her meeting with Daryl and decided to do another search. So many times she was afraid to look, but she forced herself because he was out living his life and her sister was dead. Kelly knew how it was, Jenny had been a drug addict, so was her boyfriend, but he had gotten clean enough to get his ass accepted to college, he was leaving and he did.

Just because her sister did drugs and slept with her drug dealer didn't mean she didn't deserve justice. Jenny had been sweet, from what she could remember, and she doted on Kelly when she was a little girl, when she wasn't high. Jenny had loved her little sister and Kelly remembered that, even if her memories were few.

He would be in his forties now she supposed, it was time to check in on Mac Garcia and see just what the fuck he had been up to lately. From time to time she googled him, and she knew exactly where he was; Cainville, Utah where he had been most of the time Kelly searched for him.

The town was a hole in the wall from what Kelly could tell,and there was a drug problem in the area, naturally. One day she wanted to just show up there and watch him; she noticed from time to time women went missing from the area as well. Was he even on the police's radar at all because Kelly would bet money that Mac was involved somehow in any and every nefarious activity that went down around there.

As she saw his face on the screen, a mugshot of course, possession with intent and manufacturing from two years ago. Kelly still remembered how he would grin at her when Jenny would lead him into her room and shut the door. Kelly was too young to know what was going on with her sister when her parents weren't home, but when she got older she started to write down the things she remembered.

Kelly had a file box in the trunk of her car about her sister's murder now, she had saved some money and it was going down with or without this Daryl guy.

Notes: Let me know what you think.