Alone

CSI characters are not mine… originals are…

This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay?

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Chapter 13

I found a hotel to stay in before I confronted her. My plan had to be perfect.

Every detail had to be perfect. In her story the two of us had been reunited by a series of random events. A chaos theory, if you will. I just had to go over the details of how I could pull it off.

'Elicia, continuing her weekend ritual of taking her two kids to the pool, arrived at the local college where they swam. The two twelve year olds in the back seat fighting over what music they'd play on the way home.

"Mom!" her daughter, McKenna, whined, shoving her twin brother. "Morgan's being a brat again."

Elicia shrugged. "If you two don't knock off the yelling I'll make you listen to country music again!" she replied, instantly the twins were silent, not thrilled with the prospect of having to listen to their mother's country favorites again.

"We're here," she laughed as the two raced out of the car. "Slow down," she called as they started into the maze that was the college. It took a while to locate the pool in the huge building. But as it came into view the twins moved ahead, setting the towels and shoes down against the bench and diving in.

Elicia sat, her feet dangling in the water, surveying the other people. She saw a ghost of a man standing in the window, watching. He looked sad and out of place, unruly, dirty-blonde hair, standing out against the sky. For a moment, a haunting memory of her past, a ghost, stood just outside of the building. She blinked her eyes and looked away. When she looked back, he was gone.

A splash of water pulled her gaze away from where the man had stood. "Coming in, mom?" Morgan asked, splashing at his sister.

She nodded and slipped into the water, shaking the image of her past from her mind, trying to convince herself she'd imagined it.'

I read the passage several times before I picked up the phone, dialing Brass's number. "Hey," I said into the receiver.

"Greg, I got an address on your friend. 225 Main Street Gregory, South Dakota 57533. Good luck, Greggo. Ugh… Ecklie's hunting again, got to go," he said and quickly hung up.

I scribbled down the address and headed out to my car. I stopped to pick up some coffee at a nearby diner and headed over to Jamie's house to wait. I wanted to surprise her, but I wanted to follow the book.

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