Chapter 9

Sirens blaring, the team headed towards Highgate Cemetery. When they reached the large cemetery, they all got out of their vehicles. "Let's split up. Jack, you go with Sophie. Evans, you're with George. Amelia, you're with me," Emily ordered her team.

They split up and took different routes through the cemetery, looking for Harry. In their earpieces, they all heard Charlie say, "We've got 'em. Back left corner." The rest of the team headed in Charlie and George's direction, while Charlie and George slowly and quietly inched in Harry's direction.

Guns pointed in Harry's direction, Charlie and George saw the man standing over the grave of his cousin, quietly talking to the large piece of stone that was now a representation of his beloved cousin.

"I did it, Freddie. I took out those bastards that wronged you. They got what was comin' to them," he said as he looked down at the headstone, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. When they got a little closer, Charlie spoke. "Harry Walker. This is Interpol. You know why we're here."

Harry turned around and looked at the agents who were now in front of him. "They got what was comin' to them. They lied about what happened. Freddie was always careful when working on those planes. He never would have been reckless like they said. They left his poor wife with nothin' and now she's struggling to pay the bills" he told them. "They got what they deserved," he repeated, very clearly upset by what had happened to his cousin.

"Harry, I know what happened to Freddie wasn't right, but what you did wasn't right either. You hurt innocent people who had nothing to do with what happened to him," Charlie responded. At this time, the rest of the team had met up with Charlie and George and stood behind them, weapons pointed in Harry's direction.

"Freddie was innocent too. He couldn't hurt a fly and look what happened to him. They took every penny they had paying for lawyers and the funeral bills. You're telling me that's okay? Is that fair?" Harry shouted at him, holding back tears.

"No, it isn't. Sometimes things aren't fair like we want them to be. You're lucky no one died from what you did. I know you did it for Freddie, but is that what he would have wanted?" Charlie asked him. Harry's face got red and tears began running down his cheeks. "You have to come with us now, you understand that don't you?" he asked him.

"Aye. I guess I do," Harry said, now realizing the brevity of the situation and what he had done. He hesitantly placed his hands in the air and turned around so that he could be handcuffed by the agents. Jack approached him, put Harry's arms behind his back, and put the handcuffs on his wrists. At this time, the local police had already arrived and were waiting for him.

After walking through the cemetery, they exited through the large iron gates and handed Harry over to them. After speaking with the police and being thanked by them, the team returned to their cars once again and headed back towards the office.

"Not a bad first day, huh?" Jack said as he looked at Emily. "More eventful than I would've thought it would be," she replied with the slightest hint of sarcasm. He smiled and then looked back out the window.

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet, with the occasional small talk. When they arrived back at the office, Clyde was there waiting for Emily. They all said goodbye to each other and when they were finished, Emily walked over to Clyde.

"Well look at you. First day on the job and a job well done too," he said with a small smile on his face. "I'm sure you're tired considering you haven't even been to your new apartment yet," he continued.

"Exhausted," she told him. "Take me home, will you?" she asked him, already headed for his car. "Of course, darling," he responded.

The drive to Emily's apartment was silent, with Emily dozing off every now and again in the passenger seat. When they arrived at her new apartment, Emily immediately headed for the trunk to get her bags while Clyde headed for the door to the building. "What you're not gonna help?" Emily asked him.

"Well, I already did. They're already inside," he replied as he swung the keys on his finger. Emily rolled her eyes and started to walk in his direction and through the door. They headed up to the fifth floor in the elevator and then down the hall to her apartment. Number 534.

Clyde handed Emily her keys and she put the key in the lock, turned the knob and opened the door to her new home. She flipped on the light and stepped inside. Clyde stopped in the doorway and said, "You've had a long day I should get going and let you get some rest."

Emily nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I am exhausted. Can't wait to just put on some comfortable clothes and sleep," she replied. "I'll talk to you later," Clyde said as he closed the door. She waved goodbye and headed for her bags to find something comfortable to wear. Once she was in a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she laid down in her bed and began to process everything that had happened that day. She began to think about her new team and how different it was going to be from this point forward.

Her new team would not be the same as the one she had been a part of, the one she now calls her family, but she knew that these agents were the best at what they do, and would have her back in any situation come hell or high water. She turned off the bedside lamp, curled up in the covers, and drifted off to sleep.

The End