I tried to change. Got a new life, new family, another new family, the love of my life... I tried to get better. I changed in the worst way possible and murdered my baby sister.
Why?
To explain that, I'd have to take you back. Back to...the beginning.
He smiled. So...pretty. I was standing stupid.
"Hi Ezra Luc." He said, pleased.
I met him. He's in front of me; my chief of police father.
"It's just "Luc." Mama told him.
I turned to her waving my hands, "no it's fine!" I turned to Ezra. "You can call me Ezra Luc if that's easier."
"Okay."
Ezra looked a lot different than in the picture. Well of course he does -- it's been over a decade.
His hair was cut short and he had a small beard. He looked as kind as he did in the pictures. His body was broad. He most definitely worked out.
"It's really nice to meet you, Ezra- er, Chief Ezra." I said.
He smiled. "You can call me Ezra."
I nodded okay. He and Lucy looked at each other.
Hm. I sense sexual tension.
I wonder what happened between them.
A man in a suit came up behind Ezra.
"Chief. The wife of the vic is here; wants to speak to you." The man left as soon as he came. Ezra looked at us and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry you two. Let's get dinner afterwards?" He said.
"Sure." Mama replied.
Ezra left, following the man. Mama turned to me.
"What do you want to do? Look around the city? Maybe shop?" She asked.
"Yes."
We window-shopped instead of shopped.
"Sorry Luc. If I go in a store we'll never come out." Mama chuckled.
"It's okay." I said. "Did you know Ezra was a cop?"
"Not at all."
"It took everything to find him and your sister." She said.
"We'll wait fifteen minutes or so before going back to the precinct." She finished. I nodded.
I like being here with her; in Chicago where no one knows me.
I can't wait to get to know Ezra. He seems like a cool dude.
It was easy to find him of course. We just flashed his picture to someone and they were like "oh yeah that's the chief of police." We were both shocked, Mama more than anyone.
My Daddy is the HNIC. Bet he gets shit done.
I don't care that much for shopping, but window-shopping is a different story. Such pretty stuff.
After the fifteen minutes we went back to the precinct. Ezra was putting on his coat, hiding his holster and badge.
"Do you like pizza Ezra Luc?" He asked me.
"Yes." I answered.
He nodded.
"Lucy?" She looked at him. "Are you okay with pizza?"
"Of course." Mama replied.
We went to a pizza joint and got to talking.
"How have you been doing all these years Ezra Luc- Luc?" Ezra asked.
