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Chapter 10 - Mykayla

The night was silent. Animals were rustling between the leaves and the trees were howling from the present breeze. It was getting colder at night which made Mykayla shiver in her black leather jacket. 

Her steps were barely audible, years of training made sure of that. Grandmama Juliette would be proud, but then again, she would probably scowl in that disapproving low voice of hers that kept echoing inside Mykayla's head for weeks. Grandmama Juliette wouldn't approve of the irresponsibility that came with this new plan, letting Luna and Thomas go their own ways. What had she been thinking?

"Where the hell is this stupid crime scene?" Mykayla muttered to herself, annoyed with everything and everyone.

Her head kept wandering back to Thomas's shocked face when she had told him the plan. The way he had looked at her, with disgust. She shook her head, trying to get rid of him and everything he made her feel. The annoyance, the guilt and most definitely the joy of having someone taking her seriously. She didn't need help from some idiot that was too pure to save the world. His ethics would only get in the way of saving the town. Sometimes not very pretty things needed to be done, Mykayla learned that a long time ago. She didn't have time to teach that idiot that as well.

Then there was Luna. What in the world went through her head when she decided to get clothes instead of information that could save them all? Why did her little sister always have to be so ... childish? Didn't she see how bad the situation was? Of course, not. She is only just a kid. How could a child understand these things? A distant voice in her head screamed, you understood how dire this situation is!

Once again, she shook off her thoughts and focused back on her surroundings.

Yellow scene-of-crime tape stood out in the natural colors of the forest. There it was. Mykayla picked up speed.

She worked with a cause, starting with the nearest trees, then following the ground until she reached the surrounding trees. Slowly, but steadily, she inspected the taped-off area. There wasn't anything special to be seen. Some footprints, probably of the officers that were here before.

Something itched at the back of her brain. This scene felt off, beginning with the fact that there weren't any guards. The scene was completely abandoned. Anyone could easily walk on and off the crime scene, taint it the way they liked. Why? Were they so sure that there was nothing to be found? Had the inspectors already done a full sweep, perhaps even a second?

"A broken twig. Earth above the leaves."

Mykayla thought best when she spoke out loud. Or maybe it made her feel less lonely. She ignored that second thought. Instead she looked around, outside the taped-off area. The HPD, Home police department, wasn't known for its solid detective work, rather for their lazy work ethic and their favoritism. It disgusted her, even though she wasn't an official citizen there anymore.

"Uhm," her rather low voice hummed. "What's this?" Her hand, protected with a glove against the cold and fingerprints, brushed away a few wet leaves. "Her phone?"

How did the police not see this sparkling pink object? This was just too careless. Immediately, Mykayla turned around and looked for lurking police officers. There were none.

"There must have been a struggle, otherwise you don't lose your phone. Definitely not when you're Perry Hamilton, who's life is her phone. Okay, Mykayla, think! Phone was a bit further from this tree," the brunette was now circling one of the many oak trees outside the crime scene area, "a broken twig only a few meters away. Come on, this guy might be good, but no way he left without a scratch. So nature, show me where you scratched him."

As if on cue, an owl hooted from her right, the place where she found the broken twig. Mykayla had grown to trust nature when it spoke to her. It was like a friend that helped her out once in a while.