Jordan couldn't get over how much she looked like him. It was like staring at the female version of Woody.
"Well," Jordan started. "I just have to finish up here and then you can come with me to the body pick up." she finished. Kaitlyn nodded. "Until then you can wait for me in my office becase I highly doubt you wanna be around a decomposing body with a gash the size of an apple in his head." Kaitlyn laughed.
"It's just down the hall. Door at the very end if you turn left after leaving those doors." Jordan told her. With a last smile, Kaitlyn pushed open the doors and headed down the hall to Jordans office. When she was gone, the adults were free to talk about her.
"I had no idea Woody was that close with his cousin." Garett said.
"I didn't even know he had a cousin." Nigel piped in.
Jordan finished scraping the dirt from under the dead mans finger nails, then left the room and washed her hands. When the smell of decomp was gone, she dried them on a towel and went to her office to meet Kaitlyn. When she opened the door, she was sitting on the desk, fingers twirling around a strand on long blonde hair.
"So, you ready to go?" Jordan asked her.
"Definatly." Kaitlyn replied.
Jordan and Kaitlyn left her office and proceeded down the hall and into the elevator which took them to the parking garage. Jordan led her over to her car and they got in, beginning the trip to 1564 Parkway Ave, the address of the body they had to pick up.
"So where are you from Kaitlyn?" Jordan asked, trying to fill the silence.
"California. L.A.." Kaitlyn said. She was trying her hardest not to bring up the subject of Woody.
"Wow. You're a long way from home." Jordan said.
"Ya. My parents were driving me nuts and I couldn't take it. So I told them I was leaving." Kaitlyn said. When she finished that, she bit down on her tounge, hard, to stop herself from saying what she so desperatly wanted to say.
"You just told them you were leaving? Just like that?" a stunned Jordan asked.
"Yup. They don't really like having me around anyways. At least this way I get out of their hair. My dad owns his own real eatate company and my mom's his trophy wife. My family has all the money we need so springing for the ticket to Boston was nothing." Kaitlyn said. It was clear to Jordan that, even though her family had a ton of money and she probably got everything she always wanted, she never got the one thing that she needed. Love.
"That's why I like coming to Boston and staying with Woody. He actually cares about me. At home I could tell my parents that I was going to a strip club and they wouldn't care. At least when I'm here I have rules. Woody protects me. He's the father I never had." Kaitlyn said. Jordan felt so sorry for her. Kaitlyn couldn't keep it in any longer. She was gonna burst. "So you and my uncle Woody?"
"Kaitlyn...no. I'm sorry but I'm not going there." Jordan was putting up her defences.
"Fine. But that's exactly what he said." she replied.
"We're here." Jordan said, glad to hav an excuse to stop talking about Woody. The two of them got out of the car and walked up the steps of the old house. Jordan pushed open the door and Kaitlyn followed. "The call said that the man was in his bed, top of the stairs, first room on the left." Jordan found the stairs and walked up them, found the room and pushed the door open. Kaitlyn was hot on her heels. When they entered the room howeer, there was no body.
"What? I thought that the body was supposed to be here?" Kaitlyn asked, starting to feel her adreneline pumping.
"Ya. So did I." Jordan replied.
"Well you were both wrong now weren't you?" a voice from the shadows asked.
Kaitlyn and Jordan wheeled around to see a man with a ski mask pulled over his face pointing a gun at them.
"Doctor Cavenaugh. I see you brought a friend. All the better." the man said.
"Look leave her alone. You can have me. Just leave her out of this." Jordan defended. She moved slighty to her right, shielding Kaitlyn with her body.
"Tut tut Miss Cavenaugh. Unless I'm mistaken, this girl is none other than the daughter of Daniel Hoyt, multi-millionare. And, even better, the niece of Dectetive Woody Hoyt. Well isnt this my lucky day," he said.
"Look. What do you want from us?" Kaitlyn asked, despite the death glare she was recieving from Jordan.
"Revenge my darling. Revenge." he said. There was a chill in his voice that sent shivers down Kaitlyn and Jordans backs.
"Well maybe there's something else you want. Like you said, my dad is rich. He'll pay you whatever you want." Kaitlyn said, pleeding for her and Jordans lives.
"So sorry. But money is no good to me once I'm in jail," he said in his chilling voice. These were the criminals that scared Jordan the most. The ones who thought about what was going to happen after they comminted their crimes. The ones who knew that they were going to be concequences and that they were going down, the ones who weren't afraid to take anyone down with them.
"Please!" Jordan pleaded. "Just let her go."
"Nope." he said simply.
And without another word, two shots rang out into the still night air.