Chapter Six. You were my strength when I was weak...
Lydia Branch sifted through the file. She didn't want this case. Not at all.
i"Okay, everyone ready?"
"All ready to go."
"Good. Ralph, take the coffee shop. Lydia, take the mail box."
"Will do," she had said.
It was cold; So cold. She shivered as she walked. The adrenaline rushed through her body; She was here to catch the year's most dangerous serial killer.
She sat on the bench as it began to snow. Her heart was beating at an unstoppable rate.
The car she was expecting turned the corner. She thought she'd be sick as she watched it slow to a stop at the edge of the block. It parked. Katie Lamby, the suspected "Star-Killer", stepped out.
Lydia knew what she had to do. She was to act normal. If Lamby walked past, she arrested her. Until then, she did nothing.
Lamby began walking her way. Lydia would never forget how she felt; so excited, yet so angry, so upset that she had taken this job. Lamby was only five feet away. Four...three...two...one... and then she walked past.
Lydia stood up, pulling our her gun. "Kaitlin Lamby, put your hands up where I can see them!"
Lamby swirled around. "Well, well, well..." she toyed.
"Put your hands up!"
"I hate to tell you, Agent, but you have the wrong person."
"Put your hands UP!"
"I didn't kill them. It was my sister. I only knew about it."
"I am not telling you again!"
She pulled her hand out from her coat pocket, revealing a gun.
"Bye," she said, sweetly. Lydia could remember exactly how the pain felt as the bullet peeled through her shoulder. She did the first thing she could think to do; she pulled the trigger on her own gun.
Lamby died instantly with a fatal wound to her heart./i
The memories had brought back tears.
Three days later another murder took place. Six days after that, another. Mrs. Lamby's sister was arrested. She confessed the day after.
Lydia had tried so many times to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, that she did the right thing, but it never worked. Everyone blamed her.
She whipped her tears as the clocked stroke ten. Then she phoned McGregor.
Lydia Branch sifted through the file. She didn't want this case. Not at all.
i"Okay, everyone ready?"
"All ready to go."
"Good. Ralph, take the coffee shop. Lydia, take the mail box."
"Will do," she had said.
It was cold; So cold. She shivered as she walked. The adrenaline rushed through her body; She was here to catch the year's most dangerous serial killer.
She sat on the bench as it began to snow. Her heart was beating at an unstoppable rate.
The car she was expecting turned the corner. She thought she'd be sick as she watched it slow to a stop at the edge of the block. It parked. Katie Lamby, the suspected "Star-Killer", stepped out.
Lydia knew what she had to do. She was to act normal. If Lamby walked past, she arrested her. Until then, she did nothing.
Lamby began walking her way. Lydia would never forget how she felt; so excited, yet so angry, so upset that she had taken this job. Lamby was only five feet away. Four...three...two...one... and then she walked past.
Lydia stood up, pulling our her gun. "Kaitlin Lamby, put your hands up where I can see them!"
Lamby swirled around. "Well, well, well..." she toyed.
"Put your hands up!"
"I hate to tell you, Agent, but you have the wrong person."
"Put your hands UP!"
"I didn't kill them. It was my sister. I only knew about it."
"I am not telling you again!"
She pulled her hand out from her coat pocket, revealing a gun.
"Bye," she said, sweetly. Lydia could remember exactly how the pain felt as the bullet peeled through her shoulder. She did the first thing she could think to do; she pulled the trigger on her own gun.
Lamby died instantly with a fatal wound to her heart./i
The memories had brought back tears.
Three days later another murder took place. Six days after that, another. Mrs. Lamby's sister was arrested. She confessed the day after.
Lydia had tried so many times to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, that she did the right thing, but it never worked. Everyone blamed her.
She whipped her tears as the clocked stroke ten. Then she phoned McGregor.