New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 33

I sat on my motorcycle for twenty minutes, staring at my old childhood home.

"Wasn't much back then, was it? Now it's a bit brighter with the flowers." I heard a familiar voice comment and I looked up, seeing Mrs Sheril.

I had chuckled and stood up, swinging my leg over the bike and hugging her.

"She's not home." she said as she stood beside me and gave me a mischievous smile, walking up the porch and looking through the window.

"I have a key, you know. " I laughed as I got onto the porch and unlocked the front door. She giggled and stood beside me, wanting to see the inside.

I opened the door and walked inside, chuckling as I tripped over a shoe and Mrs Sheril behind me, giggling.

As I went for the light, Mrs Sheril stopped giggling. She gripped my arm tightly and I could feel her tremble.

"Destiny, someone's in here." she whispered and I froze, looking around and seeing a silhouette in the kitchen, standing near the window.

I slowly pulled out my gun, switching the safety off and softly pushing Mrs Sheril behind me, towards the front door.

I quickly turned on the light and brought the gun up, aiming at the stranger. I gaped at the intruder.

"Sherlock!" I snarled at him as I put my gun away. He looked from me, to Mrs Sheril, and back to me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked and he just stood there, being silent. I rolled my eyes and I looked at Mrs Sheril, smiling softly.

"Do you have any packing boxes?" I asked and she thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, I'll go grab them." she said and I thanked her as she scurried out of the house, leaving Sherlock and I alone.

"You need to leave." I said as I walked down the hall and into my old room, going to the closet and pulling out clothes and lying them on the bed.

"Why are you acting like this?" Sherlock asked and I looked up at him.

"I'm acting like what, Sherlock? Like a woman who lost her kid? Oh, well... I wonder why?" I sarcastically asked and he scoffed. He moved to the side as Mrs Sheril brought in the boxes, the boxes were big, big enough to possibly fit everything of mine into a few of them.

"Thanks, Mrs S. " I said and she nodded, walking out of the room and out of the house, shutting the door behind her.

"You forget that that child was mine too." Sherlock snapped and I paused from taking the hangers off the clothes and looked up at him.

"Sherlock-"

"No, Destiny! Just shut up for one goddamned minute!" he shouted and I did as I was told, keeping my mouth shut. Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose.

"God, you think you're the only one here who lost someone! That baby was mine as well, Destiny! And you know what, you don't know what that's done to me! How could you? You've been gone, leaving me worried and looking everywhere for you! I've been to Long Island, asking if you've been around and the look on your family's face... I knew. I knew you weren't around." He said and I looked down, feeling ashamed.

"Christ, you said that I should be mad at you, and I am. I am pissed at you, Destiny! You decided to play a game of 'hide and seek'." he sneered and I cringed at his tone. "You left me behind, and you missed my breakdown, so... Good for you. Cops broke down your hospital door and you weren't in there, neither was your gun. Too many bad things happened and I just... Collapsed." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He shook his head and I stood still.