Murder in Progress

What?

¿Kathrine Wallace?
Pinkerton Agent, CEO

After taking a long shower I walked out with my hair laying damply on my shoulders, and was wearing a white tank top with a tan leather jacket and black jeans.

"Hey Kate...about what you said earlier....." Alex said walking beside me as I walked towards the garage.

"I'm going out for a bit." I said acting as though I didn't hear him. "Gotta clear my mind. In an hour I'll be back and you can come see the HQ." I smiled and squeezed his hand before slipping on some combat boots and pulling my hair back in a messy french braid.

He sighed but let me run off, turning to go back to his room.
I bit my bottom lip but shook my head and pushed my helmet on before getting on the black and silver Harley in the garage.

Revving the engine I sped down the driveway and went through the gates, eager to fly.

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After weaving through the busy streets I parked on the edge of the road and walked a few feet before taking a deep breath.

Staring past my feet I finally looked out at the ocean. How could something so deadly be so beautiful?

Six or seven months ago my brother came here and fell down to the ground.

I had loathed this spot but now I saw why he loved it here. It was quiet and peaceful and the view was breathtaking.

The beach was empty since it was December and the wind was blowing, not that I minded; I loved the cold.

Looking around I let out a scream of frustration and let the tears fall until there were no more.

I thought about Brody and the rest of my family, the Pinkerton's, Nathan, the past six months and Alex.

Why was this so hard?

Why couldn't everything be better? Or even easier?

Well?

Easy really I guess. Because then it wouldn't feel right, I was too use to hardships, we were intertwined into one crazy lifetime.

Driving another twenty minutes I stood at a graveyard. I had missed Brody's funeral, I'm such a great sister. I talked to him like old times and even started laughing, imagining what he would say, the whole family was buried here, dad and mom, then Brody and Cindy.

I smiled slightly and closed my eyes, feeling one last test fall before I left them behind. It was time to move on, for them and for me. It was best for all of us. I had done all I could.

The ride back home felt shorter and more free, the weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Getting back I walked through the house in a quick pace, planning Alex's tour; if he planned to stick around.

"Oof!" I said and grabbed whatever I had run into for support. Well speak of the devil.

"Welcome back." Alex said his hands immediately grabbing my waist to steady me. My eyes ran over his bare chest and my eyebrows furrowed.

There was a large gash on the right side of his chest starting at his shoulder to the middle of his chest in a diagonal line, and it was fresh, barely a day or two old.

"What happened here?" I asked tracing it slowly and looking up at him as if I could see the story in his eyes.

"Ah nothing." He said and caught my hand from tracing it again.

"I'm ready for that tour." He smiled and I slipped my hand out of his.

"Your gonna need a t-shirt." I chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Man it was sof-stop!

"Dang it!" He joked and walked off to grab a shirt and some shoes.

I grabbed my old badge and slipped some sunglasses on before clipping my gun on my belt.

Once Alex got back we headed out to the SUV and I drove towards headquarters, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other played with the radio.

Alex getting annoyed at me swapping the channels every other minute, grabbed my hand and held it the rest of the drive, drawing shapes with his thumb.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow but he only smiled.

"What?" He asked and I shook my head. "Nothing." I said and smiled looking ahead at the lone building ahead.