Chapter 19

Adalind's pov

Detective Nick Burkhardt. The name alone sickens my stomach as I sit in the holding room of the station. I've been waiting since early this morning for my inevitable transfer to jail; for casting that one last spell on Juliette and for nearly killing several people in the process during that car accident.

I cross my arms as I wait. I'm willing to bet Nick should be showing up any minute. It wouldn't surprise me if his friends weren't too far behind. They would probably love to see a feat like this. It truly is a shame, however, considering they actually believe that they are winning this intense and crazy game of ours. Nick will wish he never woke up this morning. Watch out people. This fight isn't over yet.

"Come on Adalind. It is time to go," a masculine voice said from behind me.

"So, you are the one who is going to graciously escort me out of here," I said with a smile as I stared back at the Captain.

He gave a cold stare before a few other officers appeared behind him, lifting me from my chair effortlessly and guiding me out of the room.

Nick's pov

I could feel myself rocking in my chair as I waited in the station with Hank beside me. Most of the cops were already in when the Captain had walked past us and into the holding room. The door clicked shut behind him and the room fell silent. Hank seemed just as uneasy as me, frantically tapping his pen against his desk in order to calm his nerves. He had a history with Adalind that he was planning on forgetting. He had almost disposed of her from his mind until she recently reappeared and decided to unleash havoc once again.

"I can't wait for this to be over," Hank said from beside me.

I nodded my head as I thought of the one less thing that would stand in my way now. With Adalind gone I could focus on Juliette and my mother. It was strange. As much as I would have loved to grow up with my mother, suddenly everything feels like it has changed. She wasn't the person I was expecting her to be. Now I have Juliette, and Monroe and Rosalee in a way are like family. They have been through a lot with me and I would definitely have to thank them after this whole mess is over.

The sound of the doors opening again broke me from my trance as I looked past Hank as well as the other officers. All eyes were on the Captain as he and some other members slowly escorted Adalind out of the building. Her eyes skimmed over everyone in the room, lingering on Hank and then moving over to me. I could feel her intense stare making me all of the more uncomfortable.

"May I say something to Nick?" she asked, breaking the silence.

The cops guided her towards me, watching her carefully. Even in hand cuffs it was always best to remain alert. She bent down to my ear, making sure that I was the only one able to listen.

"This game isn't over yet," she stated simply before lifting her head and walking out of the building with the other officers.

And just like that, she was out of sight. The room began to get loud again but I was too absorbed in my thoughts to even realize the extent of their conversations. Did she honestly mean that she wasn't through? Hasn't she caused enough harm already? Her words were soon playing themselves continuously in my mind. Each detail and every scenario flashed by but nothing seemed to fit into place. It could have all been a threat to get under my skin.

"Are you alright?" asked Hank from beside me.

"I'm fine; just tired."

"Glad to know I'm not the only one. This case has me all on edge. The Captain wants this taken care of as soon as possible. I, however, can't seem to find anything. We have a basic photo of her but all we really know is that for some reason she showed up not long after the murders took place. Accomplice or not this woman was tricky, she knew her way around."

I looked at Hank, a slight bit of relief entering my system. They didn't have much on my mother; hopefully it would stay that way. I pushed myself out of the chair to stand behind Hank. My eyes skimmed over his work. They didn't have much, but he was a good cop and he would eventually find her. Just as I was about to speak I felt my phone buzz from inside my pocket. Stepping away from him I noticed the I.D. and answered instantly.

"Monroe. What's going on?"

"Rosalee and I are at your place."

"Okay, that's fine…" I said, unsure as to why that would matter considering they had been over plenty of times.

"Is everything alright? Where are you?" Monroe asked me.

"I'm fine. I'm down at the station. Adalind was getting transferred today, remember?" I questioned suspiciously.

If Monroe's mysteriousness wasn't enough, the rest of the conversation would shock me completely. I could hear slight bits of a conversation going on between him and Rosalee as I listened to my breathing over the phone. My hand was slowly gripping the cell tighter as he proceeded to ask me his questions.

"I know; we came over to see if you were home yet. We wanted to hear how everything went."

"It was all good; although Adalind said something just before she left. We can talk about that later, though. Are you alright, Monroe? Are you guys hurt?" I asked instantly becoming worried.

"We're fine; but you might not be."

"What? Why would I be in trouble? I'm just here at the station."

I could hear him collecting his breath on the other side of the phone. My body slowly became more tense as he uttered one of the last things that I had hoped to hear,

"Your mom isn't here."

Hey everyone. Sorry it took me so long to update but life has been crazy lately with the weird weather. I just wanted to thank you guys for reading and still sticking with the story. You guys really are amazing. I love hearing what you have to say and I can't wait for the next upcoming chapters! Thanks again!