Chapter 8
Monroe's pov
"Monroe! Monroe!"
The sound of Rosalee's frantic voice filled my ears as her screams echoed through the woods. I could feel myself begin to lose control as I bolted back to where we had split up. Worry instantly flooded and consumed every inch of my mind; the worst case scenarios playing back again and again. My heart didn't want to believe it, but my brain couldn't help but push the nerve- wrecking thoughts deeper into my mind. I couldn't deal with the fact if she ever got hurt.
The hanging branches were no match for me as I dodged them with ease, slipping under with intense speed. As I jumped over the fallen logs and large tree roots I knew I was close. I could smell her. The scent of fear.
"Rosalee!" I called out.
I could suddenly see a small opening appearing up ahead; a bit of light shimmering through. My body bolted through the pack of trees that separated the two of us; bursting through the hole and landing at Rosalee's feet.
"Are you alright?" I asked her as I jumped to my feet and dusted myself off.
"I'm fine. Look," she commanded.
My eyes slowly looked to her and then to where she was pointing to. Unharmed she directed her gaze and as did I to what lie just in front of us…
Nick's pov
"Nick, man, where have you been?" Hank whispered from beside me.
"Sorry. I'm here now though. Why did the Captain call this meeting?" I asked as we stood towards the back as our boss continued with his speech.
"Has to do with the case we just finished. The one involving that man that killed your parents," he said.
That statement kept me quiet as I swallowed the lump in my throat. My parents… dead. Apparently only one is. My ears quickly tuned in to what the Captain was saying now as he described his orders.
"So, as you know we have recently discovered this man's body, the murderer of many innocent people," he said as he held up a photo of my supposedly parents killer, "And even though he may be dead now I have come to the assumption that he was not alone. I believe that he had an accomplice as many of my men have described a middle aged woman fleeing the scene various times incredibly close to the murders that occurred," he finished.
My eyes widened as he said those final words. I couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't mean what I thought he meant.
"Therefore, if you come in contact with this woman I want you to proceed with caution. We don't know how dangerous she is. Remember, she might have been working with a highly trained killer so remain alert at all costs," he said.
I snapped my eyes shut hoping I would be able to block out this situation; everything. Juliette. Monroe and Rosalee. And now my mom. A million thoughts passed through my mind as I tried to concentrate but only one really stood out,
"I've been chasing this man for quite a while," my mother had said to me.
The world was spinning until finally the Captain stepped away from the podium and retreated back to his office. The clusters of people slowly returned back to what they had been doing previously, but me, I was still standing firmly in place. Everything around me was slowly crumbling. Juliette was nowhere to be found. I've left all of my faith to Monroe and Rosalee again and now the cops are after my mother for crimes she hasn't even committed.
My eyes blinked furiously as I slowly came back to my surroundings. Hank was sitting at his desk, staring intently at his computer screen while everyone else seemed to be hard at work as well. I started to make my way back to my desk when I felt my phone buzz from inside my pocket. My eyes scanned the caller I.D. as it continued to vibrate in my hand. I inhaled a deep breath upon reading the name that I had so hoped would call. Monroe.
Hey everyone! I hoped you liked chapter 8! Some suspense with Monroe and Rosalee. What do you think they found? I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Let me know what you think! Thanks!