Evolution

CHAPTER 18 | expect the unexpected

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Kaitlyn cricked her neck from side to side. The resulting pop reinforced the pain in her already sore bones. As it looked like Parker's phone call wasn't about to end in a hurry, she wandered to look out the window of the office and stretched her neck again. One week of driving illegal weapons across the country was more than her nerves could bear.

In less than two weeks she had avenged her father's killer, commenced a relationship with a man she was in love with, nearly lost him, and then entered a war between two factions of a race that, until recently, she had no idea existed. Not to mention, she was aiding and abetting body snatchers, cyber-criminals, and counter-fitters.

And don't get me started on the mafia immigrants.

Things had definitely entered the twilight zone.

A shrill beep from her phone alerted her to a new message. After reading it, she pocketed it and, without thinking, chewed on her thumbnail.

Why the hell do I feel like I'm being called to the principal's office?

"Problem?" Parker asks.

Kaitlyn swung around to discover Parker had finished and was looking quizzically at her. "No. It was just Joshua. The taxi has just left the airport. He'll be here soon."

Parker raised an eyebrow. "You're not looking as thrilled at the prospect."

"I'm fine. Has Simon checked in yet?" Kaitlyn asked, trying to evade the subject. "I'll be a miracle if freak-boy gets that Silverado back here in one piece."

After they had distributed the final batch of weapons to New Mexico, Murphy and Kaitlyn had flown back to Colorado. Simon, however, had taken delivery of the new toy he'd negotiated in the deal with the mafia don, Ambrose, and was driving it back, hoping to break all speed records in the process.

"You're not, and no." Parker narrowed her eyes. "I may not know you very well, but even a blind person could see somethings up. Spill."

Kaitlyn huffed in frustration. "I know I'm new to all this immigrant stuff, but I've just participated in an illegal purchase and distribution of firearms. Not only that, I have enough evidence to put away the head of the East Coast Mafia cartel, and I have to turn a blind eye. I am an officer of the law, and I have an oath to uphold. Yet, here I am, knee deep in something that goes against everything I stand for. Not to mention all the illegal things that you all get up to."

Parker let out a deep breath and came over to stand beside Kaitlyn. "If the last eleven years have taught me anything, is that you'll need to be prepared to blur the lines. As much as you don't want to admit it, you have a foot in two worlds, and you'll need to let go of some belief's and embrace others."

"That's all fair and well. But what happens if Murphy and I don't last, and I go back to my old life."

Parker let out a dry laugh as if she'd found her words amusing. "Kaitlyn, first and foremost, you have a grandfather who's a Werewolf for God's sake. You are stuck in the middle whether you like it or not. Second... are you in love with Murphy?"