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Chapter 4: Never Letting Go

It had taken a lot of convincing and a few promises, but Lucy was finally home. Dr. Gavin had put up quite a fight, but he had relented since there was no sign of an infection. Of course, he had warned her to keep the wound clean and to take antibiotics as a precaution.

She shut the door behind her, walked through the kitchen and into the living room. She went to turn on the air conditioner since the temperature that morning was already in the mid-eighties.

Sitting down on the couch caused her to cringe with pain and she placed her hand on the bandage that covered the wound just above her hip. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.

The images and words from the hostage situation streamed through her mind but she allowed it to dissipate so it was a blank slate.

She began at the beginning and focused without allowing emotion to cloud her thoughts. Everything the hostage takers had done and said played through her mind. The fear that she had seen in the hostages, the whispers and the slight movements. She came to an abrupt halt on the hostages and focused on them. Something had caught her attention but she couldn't quite place the reason.

Concentrating hard her mind focused until she saw what her gut was trying to tell her.

Her eyes shot open and ignoring the pain in her side, she jumped off the couch. She picked up her cell and was about to call Captain Bryant, when she decided it would probably be better if she brought him some evidence. Everyone believed the case was over but her instincts were telling her otherwise.

She set the phone down and headed to her home office. She figured since she had nothing better to do, she might as well get started.

She was arranging the folders on her desk when she heard the chiming of the doorbell.

"Hey," she said as she motioned for her partner to enter.

He stepped into the kitchen and saw a coffee maker sat on the counter next to a container of coffee. There was two bar stools pushed into the counter bar.

"I would've given you a ride home."

"You're newly married and need to spend time with your wife."

"She understands. Besides, she asked me to give this to you."

He handed over a box wrapped with gold ribbon.

She opened it and found several small bags. The smell of herbs and spices reached her nose.

"It's tea. Malha made it especially for you. It's supposed to help you heal faster."

She set the box on the counter and started to boil some water.

"Look, I'm not a real fan of hospitals either, but you were shot. You should have at least stayed for two days."

"It was only a flesh wound."

"Still."

"I'm okay," she said but noticed that her partner wasn't buying it. It surprised her that they had only been partners for a week but they could read each other so well. "I'm sore, but the doctor gave me medicine for any pain."

"All right."

"Dr. Gavin said I could return to work in a week."

"A week? Well, I can't picture you sitting and reading mystery novels, solving the crimes within four chapters."

"I'll keep myself busy."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Thank Malha for me," she said as she opened the door.

"I will." He stepped over the threshold and turned around. "Take it easy partner. I'll check in on you later."

She nodded and closed the door. A small smile appeared on her lips. Her partner was partly right. She was going to solve a crime but not from a novel.

A week after the hostage situation Lucy was making a pot of coffee when her doorbell rang. She went to answer and opened the door to her partner. She didn't miss the file in his hand and knew why he had come.

"So, ready to get back on duty?"

"Yes. Did you want some coffee?"

"No, thanks," Darryl replied as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He looked around taking in every detail as she put some coffee in a travel mug.

He glanced at the piles of unopened boxes near the door. The only thing that was new was the plant sitting on the windowsill over the sink. He followed her into the living room and saw a recliner and a couch barely big enough to fit two people that were out of style and definitely used. There was a small television sitting on a table.

There was another pile of boxes next to a built in bookshelf across the room from the large picture window and three smaller windows that allowed the sun to beat inside during the sunset.

"Nice place. About time I got past the kitchen.

She didn't reply to his comment as she headed upstairs. "I'll be right back."

He felt the urge to relieve himself so he walked down a little hallway and found the bathroom. After relieving himself and washing his hands he stepped back into the hallway. The door across from the bathroom was slightly ajar and something caused him to push the door all the way open.

This room didn't have any waiting boxes to be unpacked because everything was already in place. There was a good-sized desk with a simple lamp and a cup full of pens and pencils. Books on criminology, psychology, true crime stories and even maps filled the bookshelf that took up on wall of the room.

The board was on the wall across from the desk that had placed a frown on his face. It was a picture of the bank with pictures of the hostage takers with notes written next to each one but he couldn't read all of the information because it was in shorthand that he didn't recognize. He was shocked to see that there were pictures of the hostages as well on a different board on the other wall.

He turned and didn't realize that his partner had come up behind him. It surprised him that he hadn't heard her come down the stairs or even walking down the hallway. "What are you doing, Lucy?"

"I'm doing my job," she replied, her emerald eyes looking around the room as though she was making certain he hadn't moved anything.

"You are investigating a closed case."

"It's not over,"

She remained silent knowing that it was best to wait.

"Look, I know you are new to Texas and you want to make your mark."

Her emerald eyes turned dark with anger. "That is not what I am doing and you know it."

"Look, I've only known you a couple of weeks and the Captain warned me…"

"He warned you," she replied, not as a question or with any surprise.

"He warned me that you are tenacious and won't stop until whatever is in your head is put together like a puzzle. Which I have learned in the short time I've known you."

"Nice cliché."

"I just want to watch out for my partner."

"I know."

"You're not leaving this thing," he said as he pointed at the case board that took dominance in the room, "until you've found whatever it is that you are looking for and take care of it."

"You are good, Detective Sun."

"All right. Obviously, you see something no one has and I bet thought about telling the Captain about it, but you want evidence first. You get so enthralled in a case and you just can't let it go but you have other cases that you need to work on. With me. You know, as a team."

"Very well," she said as she left the room forcing him to follow her into the kitchen. "What do we have?"

Darryl looked at her skeptically. "I brought the file if you want to take a look."

She nodded and took the file from his outstretched hand. She took a few moments to look through it and set it down on the kitchen counter.

"The brother did it."

"Why do you say that?"

"He did it."

"Ok. Hold on. His brother works in a bakery and the victim owns a constructing business. If you actually looked at the list of suspects, he's not on it."

"I did look at the list, but it was the brother. So, why don't we go and have a chat with him," she said as she handed him the folder and grabbed her gun and badge.

"Are you going to tell me how you know it's him?"

"You'll find out once we talk to him."

"Right."

He shook his head, knowing that she would never let the other case go.

"Ok, so we have a meeting with the DEA about the joint bust that is going down tomorrow night. What's that look? I know that look, Walker." Trivette said as he walked over to Walker's desk and looked at the file that his partner was fixated on.

"The bank robbery and hostage situation case that was resolved a week ago. No money was stolen, all of the bad guys are dead and not one civilian was injured, so why are you looking at that?"

"Something is off."

Trivette knew that look. "Uh-huh. What is off?"

"I don't know, but Tate at the evidence locker let me know that Detective Silver looked at the evidence."

"Ok. I don't see the connection."

"Angela from DPD in records also let me know that she looked at all of the files and reports pertaining to the case. Trivette, why would she be looking at everything?

"I don't know."

"I think I am going to go have a chat with Detective Silver."

Trivette watched as his partner grabbed his coat and walked out of the office. He knew his partner would never let it go so he shook his head and decided to get a latte. He had a feeling that his day was going to call for a lot of caffeine.