Okay everyone, here we are, the highly-anticipated, long-awaited story of the Crumbsian resolution to Johanna Beckett's murder. If you haven't done so yet, please find a copy on YouTube or iTunes of Kathleen Bird York's 'In the Deep' as the story takes its title from that song and it also sets the mood for this opening scene. Share the love!
The warehouse was dark, damp, smelling of fresh water and old sins. Blue-tinged light wash through dirty windows, cast long shadows over the long-abandoned factory floor. She held her weapon steady in the isosceles stance of her training, forcing her breath to stay light and even. The last thing she needed was a steaming exhale to give her away.
Thought you had all the answers
to rest your heart upon.
But something happens, don't see it coming, now
you can't stop yourself.
Now you're out there swimming...
In the deep.
In the deep.
They would not get away with this, not while Katherine Louise Beckett, daughter of Johanna Beckett, still had breath in her body. She would see to it personally that they paid.
An open door. No footsteps, no voices. Nothing but the echo of her heartbeat in her ears, the pounding of her blood in her veins.
Life keeps tumbling your heart in circles till you... Let go.
Till you shed your pride, and you climb to heaven,
and you throw yourself off.
Now you're out there spinning...
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep.
'Where are you,' she murmured in a voice so low she wasn't sure if she'd even said it aloud. 'Come on, come on, come on, you cowards, you sons of bitches. Where are you?'
And now you're out there spinning...
And now you're out there spinning...
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep.
Beckett reached the edge of the next doorway, pressed her back to the wall. She heard the footfalls beyond the door-frame and she forced herself to steady her hands, steel her nerves
In the silence,
all your secrets, will
raise their worried heads.
Well, you can pin yourself back together,
to who you thought you were.
Now you're out there livin'...
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep.
One move, one wrong move, and it was over. It couldn't be over, not until they had all settled their debts to her. Oh yes, these men all had debts to repay her and they would make good on it, even if it meant the spilling of their blood to do it.
In the deep...
She heard her son's voice, her little prince's voice ringing in her ears - you're the best Mumum, you always catch the baddies - and knew she could face this. Face them.
With her weapon ready, Beckett shoved herself off the wall in her hiding position and stalked into the room.
Now you're out there spinning...
Now you're out there swimming...
Now you're out there spinning...
In the deep.
In the deep.
'NYPD! Drop the gun, let him go or I will drop you. Do it! Now!'
In the deep.
In the deep...