(Working Title) From LA with Love

The Past Haunts

The door was open as I slowly moved up the pathway with my gun drawn. I'd been working for 8 years with the LAPD and I had been undercover for 10 months after that. I never thought in all that time that it would be my own house that I would be approaching with extreme caution. That is unless Katy was cooking meatballs that she found a good deal on at the local market. I walked into my house, the air smelled stale and had a certain odor I couldn't put my finger on. Then I saw it, a trail of blood covering the white carpet that Cindy had insisted were the perfect accent to the otherwise wooden base staircase. I moved up the stairs silently still readying my weapon. I peeked into the hallway and saw Katy's light on, blood splattered the wall in her room. God no I hope that it isn't hers I moved silently down the hallway. All the other doors were closed, I moved to the doorway And kicked the half opened door open and rushed in. A wooden beam came from behind the door and collided with my head and everything went black.

My head throbbed and I noticed that my hands were taped to a wooden chair when I went to rub my head and was unable to do so. I looked up slowly and saw Katy. She was bound and gagged. She was wearing her prom dress and it was visible that she had been crying. "Well isn't it nice that our guest of honor could join us?" A voice spoke from behind me send a chill down my spine
"Indeed so, shall we begin?" I couldn't see where the voices were coming from.
"Sounds like a plan."
A masked assailant walked from behind me to Katy, he brushed her hair and smelled her.
"Get away from her you sick fuck!" I yelled but was cut short by a blow to the side of the head. "Quiet Peoletty or should I say Detective Geiger?" I went pale white //they know exactly who I am// "What's the matter Dectective, are you scared that I know who you really are?"
"Just leave my daughter out of this Frankie." I was pleading with a murderer. "She's got nothing to do with this."
"Oh really then I don't need her." Katy looked up at me with eyes filled with horror as a red spot formed on her dress where it covered her stomach. Frankie wiped off the gun and tossed it to the ground. He walked out behind me. "Don't worry, we didn't forget you." He called out as he left. I was forced to watch from 5 feet away as the only thing that mattered in my entire life slowly die. She managed to make out through the gag "I love you daddy." She closed her eyes for the last time and I sat there unable to move.My life had come to an end. I sat there and waited for the end. Frankie returned with 2 cans of gas. "See I didn't forget."  
Just fucking do it you little fucking bitch He splashed gas over me and then left a trail down the hall. I could hear him covering the entire downstairs. Nothing I did mattered anymore. Katy was gone so I might as well go right after. Francis must have done a shit job because the fire didn't even spread to the third level. Not at first anyway. The heat made me sweat and I was able to wiggle free and get out of the chair. I kissed Katy on the forehead for the last time and jumped from the bedroom to our in ground pool in the backyard. I ran next door and Manny opened the door. The house was a total loss and all the evidence left behind was lost. I was now at square one but at least I knew who came to my house; Frankie.