Faye sat back, stunned. Did he just say murderer? As in someone killed him? And he need her help to find him. What was she suppossed to do? She was just a seventeen year old girl from Virginia. She didn't know how to track down a murderer.
Well, she kind of did. Her mom was an FBI agent. She never really paid attention to what her mom did though. She thought it was just normal. To Faye there wasn't really any big deal about her mother being in the FBI. But when she started telling friends about it they thought it was the coolest thing ever. An actual FBI agent. Faye never really understood why everyone thought it was so cool. Until her mom got into a shooting at wrok and ended up in a coma.
"I'm sorry," she began," Did you just say murderer?"
"Yes," he said coolly.
"Look Henry," Faye snapped, "I don't know who you think you are but I'm not a cop or anything. I'm just seventeen! Even if i wanted to help you, I couldn't."
"Oh but I think you can," he told her.
"What?" Faye asked, confused.
"Your Debroh's daughter, right?" Henry asked.
"Yeah," she said eerily.
"Your mom is the finest homicide detective I ever had the pleasure of working with."
"You knew my mom?" Faye asked, getting freaked out.
"Yeah, I did," he told her.
Faye didn't know what to say. She didn't remeber the last time she heard her mom's voice. She got into her 'accident', as Faye and her family called it, when Faye was twelve. Faye's little sister, Lucy, was only two months old when it happened. Faye's mom had only been back to work for three weeks when she was involved in the shooting. Faye missed her mom more than anything.
"She was an exceptional detective," Henry said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Faye said, "She was."
"Is she still....you now?" he asked. It was almost like he couldn't bear to say the words.
"Yeah," Faye said so quietly that she wasn't even sure he heard her.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
Faye wiped her eyes. There was no way in hell she was going to let this ghost see her cry. She was stronger than that and she wanted him to know that.
"So what do you remember?" she asked him.
"About your mom?" Henrey asked her.
"No, about your death," she said.
"You mean my murder," he corrected her.
"Yeah, whatever," she said getting annoyed.
"I don't remember anything, I just get flashes about what happened," he told Faye.
"Okay," Faye said thinking, "Well I've got to go. It's almost three-thirty, I've got to get Lucy form kindergarden. Try to remember whatever you can and come find me later tonight."
"Okay," he said.
Faye turned back to say something to him but he was already gone. Faye alwasys hated when they did that, just flashed in and out of where ever they wanted. It was so annoying. Faye started the car and headed toward her little sister's school.
Faye pulled into the parking lot of Longhill Elementary School and waited until she saw her sister's bouncy red hair come running toward the car. Lucy was about three feet five inches tall with the redest read hair anyone had ever seen. Like Faye she had her mother's beautiful green eyes and shining smile.
"Faye!" Lucy screamed.
"Hey Luc!" Faye hollered.
Lucy climbed into the back seat and buckled up her car seat. Then she pulled out a book and started coloring.
"What you got there Luc?" Faye asked her sister.
"Mrs. Marks gave us coloring books today!" Lucy told her with excitment.
"Well that's pretty cool," Faye said.
"Yeah," Lucy said, "Where are we going?"
"We have to go get Bentley silly," she told her.
"I always forget we have him," Lucy said.
Bentley was Faye and Lucy's cousin. There aunt Charolette had died a few months ago and left her eight month old child to Faye;s parents. Faye and her family have had Bentley for about three months now and it's just like he's their little brother.
"I know, kid," Faye told her little sister.
Faye pulled into the parking lot of Little Tike's daycare. She unbuckled Lucy from her car seat and lifted her out of the car. Faye took her hand and they walked inside.
"I'm here to pick up Bentley Michaels," Faye told the receptionist.
"One moment," the woman replied and then she dissapeared into the baby room.
"This place is so cool!" exclaimed Lucy.
"I used to go here when I was little," Faye informed her sister.
"You and Bentley are so lucky," Lucy told Faye.
Faye laughed at her sister. The receptionist came out with Bentley and his bag in her arms. Faye smiled at him and took him into her arms.
"Hi there little man," she said to him.
Bentley cooed in Faye's arms. Faye signed Bentley out and grabbed Lucy's hand. She walked them outside and helped her sister climb into the car. One Lucy was in the car Faye closed the door and walked around to the other side. She set Bentley in his car seat and put his diaper bag on the floor. Then she buckled in the baby. Once he was buckled in she reached across the seats to make sure Lucy was buckled. Then she got into the car and they were headed for home.
Once they got home Faye put Bentley into his playpin and let Lucy go play in the backyard. Faye started to get dinner ready when she noticed there was a message on the answer machine. Faye hit play and heard a familiar voice.
"Faye, this is colonel Mathews, I'm so sorry to tell you this but your father is dead."
