The File

The File ~ Chap. 1

I don't know why I have so many federal/government agency type stories, but I hope you guys like this one. It's one of my faves!

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Tate

The best way to spend your Saturday night was sooo not listening to your father's murder over a phone call.

No, definitely not.

Maybe hanging out with your friends at a sleepover, or even going to a nice dinner-and-a-movie with a cute guy.

But not listening to your father's death.

It all started while I was in my room reading. I had neither a sleepover nor a date to look forward to, unfortunately, and personally, I didn't think it was that bad. The book was an action and romance, so I was satisfied.

I was at this really good part when the girl was being harassed by her ex, and her present boyfriend shoved the guy away and punched him, breaking the dude's jaw. The guy with the busted jaw got mad, then two guys got into a fist fight, and the girl finally had to step in and break it up.

But then I got that dreaded phone call.

I slammed down my book, annoyed that I couldn't have one more minute to find out what happened once the fight was ended. It was really getting good. But instead, I answered the phone, considering I was the only one to answer it. My mother was out with friends.

She was old and could arrange a get together with friends while I was stuck at home.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as nice as I could get.

"Tate?" I heard my father's voice say from the other line.

"Dad, what's up?" I asked, immediately brightening. My father and I were really close. I forgot all about the book crisis.

"Tate, sweetie, is your mom home?" he asked. I sensed tension underneath the kindness

"No, she's out."

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Not for probably another few hours."

I heard my dad swear under his breath, something he never did, even if he was really annoyed. I knew for a fact that something wasn't right. I didn't immediately get nervous, but I was on edge.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked hesitantly. I listened hard, and heard a car engine in the background. He was driving somewhere. But where?

"Don't worry, Tatey, everything will be alright soon."

Soon. That meant that nothing was alright now. And my dad only called me Tatey when he wanted to cheer me up. But I wasn't upset.

Yet.

"Dad, please, tell me what's going on," I begged. I heard a loud squealing, like a car skidding. Was it dad's?

"Tate, sweetie, there's something I need you to do for me," he said evenly.

"Of course. Anything. What is it?" I would jump off a bridge if my dad told me to. I trusted him to know what was best, and he sounded like he was in trouble, so there was no doubt in my mind that I would obey what he told me to do. I didn't want to be the reason my dad got hurt-or worse.