Hedger Hills, Alabama:
Blake was the first to reach Redbird Diner, but she didn't go inside. Instead, she crossed the street, her steps taking her toward the field—the place where she'd caught her first break in the case. Kneeling down at its center, she whispered into the night, "Ca'Mya?" She scanned the shadows, and within seconds, the young girl appeared before her.
"Detective Blake," Ca'Mya's voice was soft yet clear. "I was waiting for you."
"Waiting for what?" Blake asked, her heart pounding.
"Thank you," the girl said, her gaze earnest. "And please, take care of Daddy and Ta'Mya." She smiled, a bittersweet smile that tugged at Blake's heart.
Blake stood slowly, watching as a gentle wind stirred around them. Ca'Mya's ghostly figure began to rise, lifted by an unseen force. Higher and higher she drifted, until a sudden flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating her one last time. In an instant, she was gone, leaving Blake alone in the quiet darkness.
Jackson had parked beside Blake's car, his gaze locked on her solitary figure in the field. She looked so small out there, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights against the vast emptiness. Leaning against the rusted back of his old pickup, he watched her in silence, sensing the weight she carried.
When Blake finally noticed him, she straightened and brushed off the dirt from her jeans, gathering herself before walking over. As she approached, Jackson pushed off the truck, meeting her halfway.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice low, laced with concern.
Blake managed a small nod. "Yeah. Just... needed a minute to talk to Ca'Mya. But She like went up and then there was a light and now she's gone?" Blake said trying to understand what she just witnessed.
Jackson's eyes searched her face, catching the traces of emotion she was trying to bury. "You think she's at peace now?"
Blake looked back at the field, her expression softened. "I think so," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "She thanked me. Asked me to look after her dad and Ta'Mya."
A silence hung between them, heavy with the loss and the hope of something better to come. Jackson finally nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Good. She deserves that. They all do."
Blake exhaled, letting the tension slip from her shoulders. "It's not over yet, though. We still need to get inside the diner, see if we can find anything that ties Paul to all this."
"Then let's get to it," Jackson replied, his expression hardening with resolve.
They moved toward the diner, every step echoing in the quiet. Blake reached the door and hesitated, glancing at Jackson. He gave her a slight nod, his presence a steady anchor as they entered.
Inside, the air was stale, carrying a faint odor of grease and something darker beneath it. The diner was empty the diner was never empty, shadows stretching long over the cracked leather booths and faded linoleum floors. Blake's gaze darted over the details, noting the dust on the countertops, the slightly ajar door to the back storage room.
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