Titanium Prolouge (Bethany McGarret Point Of View)
I remember as a child, feeling like my dad was worried about something. He was always so unsettled, constantly glancing in the rear view mirror when we were in the car, and not letting me go places by myself. Something just wasn't right and I knew it all along.
I just couldn't imagine him needing to run away from anyone or anything. He had absolutly no enemies to my knowledge and the George McGarret I knew was caring, loyal, family oriented and trustworthy. He was the curly 6'1 dirty blonde dork that always wore Polo shirts and Khakis no matter what the occasion. Now that I think about it though, I was a very naieve little girl. I didn't have a care in the world but someday that would have to change.
On September 3, 2005 my mother, Meredith, left us. This was a total surprise to me because things were actually going very well at the time and she seemed happy. But, one day very early in the morning, she silently packed her bags and drove off. I haven't heard from her since.
As you can probably imagine, Daddy was devistated. He turned into a brick wall that no longer told funny jokes or read me stories at night. He forgot to pick me up from school a couple of times and stopped going to work. His new daily routine was watching House re-runs on TV and occasionally getting up to relieve himself. I almost never saw him eat and sometimes I swear he wasn't breathing.
At that point it seemed hopeless to ever return to the wonderful life we had before my mother (if you can even still call her that) abandoned us. I still blame her for making him like that. He was miserable and slowly he became more and more distant. The only thing that was consitant from his old self was the anxioty and mysteriousness.
And suddenly on a very hot day in July something clicked, I could finally see his brain working again. He got up before eleven and took a shower and he even shaved. He got dressed in something other than his worn out sweat pants and seemed so alive. For once in years he would even make eye contact with me.
Tradgically, that same night, my father was murdered. He was shot at dusk in the local grocery store parking lot by an unknown gunman. According to the cops, He left an "untraceable trail" and that there is nothing they can do to help me find his killer. But, I know the murderer is still out there...and I'm going to find that person if it's the last thing I do. And maybe somewhere along the way I can figure out who George McGarret really was and why somewhere would want him dead.
