Ordinary Life

Brandon Longhorn

I stormed out of the county jail, with my phone to my ear. Rushing down the stairs, I was surprised I didn't miss a step and fall. "Justin, I need you to gather me a team, right now, and meet me at 10885 Harrison Avenue." "Why? What's going on, Genevieve?" "I'll tell you later, be there in 15. We're making an arrest. Bring a search warrant!" I hung up the phone and looked left and right before crossing the busy street.
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I parked across the street from Brandon and Genesis' two story home. I felt sick, nauseous to say the least. As I waited, I looked at my lock screen. Bruno and I. I have yet to change it, but changing a lock screen will not change a feeling of love for that man. Do I regret what I did? In a way, no. I have one man in custody who was responsible for killing two people, and now I'm getting prepared to arrest my long time rapist and fresh murderer. Brandon Longhorn.

About 3 cars pulled up behind my car, and I waited until they exited. I looked in my rear view mirror,to see Justin and his selected team walking out of their cars. I stepped out and Justin put his hands up. "Genevieve, what the hell is going on?"

"You told me to find the killers, and that's what I did. The second killer...is my brother in law." I said. Justin put his hands on his hips. "Well, let's go get him." He began to walk. "Wait!" I put my hand on his chest. "What Genevieve?"

I couldn't seem to get the words our of my mouth out in time. "Keep it civil." I said. Justin nodded his head and him and I walked up to the door, while the team stayed on the sidewalk.

Justin banged on the door, "Brandon! Open up! This is FBI, we need to speak with you." I could feel my heart beating so hard, it was affecting my vision. My fingertips twitched and my toes danced in my shoes.

Someone on the other side of the door unlocked the door and I was ready to vomit. "Yes? Can I help you?" Brandon asked after he swung the door open. His eyes met me, but I had to look away, "Genevieve? What are you doing here? Wha-what's going on?"

"Mr. Longhorn, I'm going to need you step out of your home please." Brandon stepped out, following instructions properly. "Mr. Longhorn, you're under arrest for murder." "Murder? What the hell are you talking about? I didn't murder anyone!" "You're also under arrest for rape." Justin quickly looked at me, while hand cuffing Bradon.

"So that's what this is all about, huh? Revenge?" Brandon resisted. "No, Brandon, it's justice, through the court of law." "You would really do this to your own sister? Send her husband off to prison for life?"

I looked down at my feet, thinking about it carefully. "Yes, because no matter what, she's still my sister, and I love her and want to protect her, even though she didn't do it for me." "How do you know I did it? Hm? How do you know I killed the Jones'?" Brandon asked, beginning to resist. "Just now, because I never mentioned who you murdered. Let's go."

Justin pulled Brandon away from his door, and led him to the car, while I closed the door to the home. "This is bullshit! I'm going to call my lawyer!" He shouted. "Go ahead. We'll discuss your prison time, over a cup of coffee."

Justin put Brandon in the car and locked him inside. He walked over to my car and said, "I thought you were sick. You called in." "I was feeling dizzy this morning, but, you know things happen." I shrugged my shoulders. "Something else happened. What?" Justin put his hands on hips. "It's personal, Justin. Just forget it." I waved my hand, but once I put my hand on the door handle he said, "It's Bruno, isn't it?" I loosened my grip from the handle and asked, "Why would you think that?" "Ever since you met that man, he really affects your mood. Not in a bad way, but I've noticed you're not as tense as you used to be." "I guess he's really changed me." I rolled my eyes. "No, he didn't change you. You changed yourself. You're just happier, and we've all noticed. But I hope everything works out between you two." "Thanks Justin. Well we better take him for questioning." I say. "Agreed." He patted me on my shoulder.