Homicide Dectective Selma Köchlin was a woman on a mission, a mission to find her mother's killer. After five years she was going to finally get her answers and put a bullet through the head of the man who took her mother away from her.
She left he...
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SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER
"Lo's birthday is in two days and I have no idea what to get him." Milly sighed and took a sip of her English Breakfast tea.
"Get him a bottle of whiskey." I suggested, sipping my own vanilla Chai Latte.
She gave me a look that said "seriously" over the rim of her teacup.
We were having breakfast at The Guest House, a dining bar in Los Feliz. It was a quaint spot to start your day with a cup of coffee, or end with a craft cocktail.
"What?" I shrugged, setting my cup on the table. "Every man likes a bottle of good whiskey and considering said man is Australian..."
She shook her head as she set her own teacup on the table.
"A bottle of whiskey is too..." She paused, searching for the right word then continued, "Ordinary. I want it to be something grand."
"Buy him another leather jacket like the Armani leather jacket you got him last year." I suggested again.
She shook her head again, making her short wavy hair move in waves."That's like wearing the same underwear twice in a row."
I made a face. "Ick."
It was difficult buying a man a birthday gift even more so when said man was a rich Australian who could afford anything money could buy.
"Just get him a coffee machine." I tried again.
Milly's green eyes twinkled. "You little devil! I was thinking the same thing."
I laughed. "What can I say great minds think a like."
Although we were sisters, we didn't resemble each other. Where she had brown skin and green eyes, which she inherited from our father, I had fair skin and dark brown eyes. Not only were our appearances different, so was our personalities.
I possessed a revolutionary and driven way of thinking. I was ambitious and fierce, the people who knew me, knew that I was firm and very direct. I avoided ordinary and dealing with judgement.
Milly on the other hand was inspiring and uplifting. She was also seductive and exerted some sort of magnetism over everyone she met for the first time. She knew how to play her cards right to obtain what she wanted and she wasn't afraid of a bit of competition.
I had been right seventeen years ago when I said we would be the best of friends because that's what we had turned out to be. Milly wasn't only my half sister, she was my best friend. We've been through hell and back together and each day our bond grew deeper.
When my mother found out about her all those years ago and the fact that dad had been lying to her, she filed for divorce, she had said it was the last straw. Mom won custody of me only allowing dad to see me on weekends. Upon my request, mom allowed me to hang out with Milly.
Life had been complicated, I was a ten-year-old who had to witness the fighting of her parents, it's true when they said people turned ugly when going through a divorce. Spending time with Milly made life less sour.
When I was fifteen, my life took a terrible turn as my mother died. The police had said that it was a car accident, but I hadn't believed them. I was as miserable as a girl who just lost her mother could get. Dad was my guardian but yet never had time for me.
One day he packed up my stuff and drove us to Milly's house. I thought it was only for the weekend, but he never showed up again. It's been seventeen years now and he still hadn't made an appearance. He only called from time to time to check up on me and two years ago he sent me a postcard from Switzerland where he had relocated and was now happily married to another woman.
Kate raised me as her own daughter, she was the sweetest most kindest person I knew and as I got older, I realized just how lucky I was to have her as a guardian.
