possibly want from her? Then the most
important question of all, when was it going to end? When would the tragedy
surrounding my life and the people I associated with stop?
I turned my head at the sound of
the door to see Sanchez with a coffee in his hand. He set it down on the table
across from him, in front of my chair.
“I thought you might need this,”
Sanchez said as he sat down, opened his folder and leafed through the first few
pages. He stopped and looked up at me before he motioned for me to sit down.
“Thanks,” I said, taking one last
glance at the mirror where Delaney was surely standing - my sister, the reason
why I wasn’t out on the open waters of the sea with Ryan - before I found
myself in the seat across Sanchez, staring into the blackness of the coffee. I
liked my coffee black. No cream, no sugar. Just like life.
“Two days,” he said, pulling out a
single piece of paper. “We have two more days to find Sister Josephine.”
“When was she taken?”
“Two days ago, sometime in the
morning. Officer Hobart went to her apartment to finish another round of
questioning, but she wasn’t there. He called the Church to see where she was, and
the office assistant, Carol, said that she was staying with her. When Hobart
went to check out the house, Sister Josephine wasn’t there. He went to the
Church and found her bike, but no Sister Josephine. According to Carol, she
never saw her come in. This was around ten in the morning,” he said.
“And the letter, you saw the letter
that she got, right? Since you saw the email that Delaney sent me,” I replied,
closing my eyes to see the passage. “Psalm 116:15: Precious in the sight of the
Lord is the death of his saints.”
“Yes, Delaney informed us of the
content of the message. Sister Josephine should have come to us right away. No
one should feel like they should take the law into their own hands,” Sanchez
said. His eyes hardened for a brief moment as he turned the sheet to me.
“Yeah, well, you can’t exactly
always trust law enforcement to do their jobs. How’s the sweep of your
department going? Did you get rid of all the corruption? Your track record for
keeping a clean crew isn’t exactly on par,” I said, digging in a little harder.
I didn’t want to get in a spitting contest with Sanchez, but he needed to be
put in his place after his comment. I saved countless lives by taking the law
into my own hands and made his department look like the fools that they were.
“We’re clean,” he replied flatly. “Without a doubt.”
“Good.” I said, not entirely
convinced.
Silence.
“We’re not getting off on the right
foot here.” Sanchez sighed, leaning back into the chair as he massaged his
forehead lightly.
“I can’t disagree,” I said, leaning
forward in the chair to look at the paper in front of me. As much as I hated
being here, I needed to find Sister Josephine, with or without the Appleton
Police Department. I was here, and there was no going back.
“I need you, whether I like it or
not. Not everyone in the department sees it that way, but I don’t care because
it’s my department. We have a reputation to rebuild and a job to do. And we’re
just not there quite yet. We need more information on this case, the inside
scoop on who Holston was and what past he had. There’s no one better than his
own daughter.”
“I’m not his daughter,” I
corrected.
“You know what I mean. You knew him
the longest and discovered what he was doing before any of us did. You took him
down before we could get our heads out of our asses,” he said as he signaled
his hand to the mirror behind him.
One of the officers from the zoo
stuck his buzzed head in. “Yeah, Chief?”
“Turn off the camera for a sec.”
“Chief?”
“Just do it, Hobart. I’ll tell you
when to turn it back on.”
I eyed the camera in the corner of
the room before setting my eyes back on Sanchez.
“I know you took Theron Olson.”
“I don’t
important question of all, when was it going to end? When would the tragedy
surrounding my life and the people I associated with stop?
I turned my head at the sound of
the door to see Sanchez with a coffee in his hand. He set it down on the table
across from him, in front of my chair.
“I thought you might need this,”
Sanchez said as he sat down, opened his folder and leafed through the first few
pages. He stopped and looked up at me before he motioned for me to sit down.
“Thanks,” I said, taking one last
glance at the mirror where Delaney was surely standing - my sister, the reason
why I wasn’t out on the open waters of the sea with Ryan - before I found
myself in the seat across Sanchez, staring into the blackness of the coffee. I
liked my coffee black. No cream, no sugar. Just like life.
“Two days,” he said, pulling out a
single piece of paper. “We have two more days to find Sister Josephine.”
“When was she taken?”
“Two days ago, sometime in the
morning. Officer Hobart went to her apartment to finish another round of
questioning, but she wasn’t there. He called the Church to see where she was, and
the office assistant, Carol, said that she was staying with her. When Hobart
went to check out the house, Sister Josephine wasn’t there. He went to the
Church and found her bike, but no Sister Josephine. According to Carol, she
never saw her come in. This was around ten in the morning,” he said.
“And the letter, you saw the letter
that she got, right? Since you saw the email that Delaney sent me,” I replied,
closing my eyes to see the passage. “Psalm 116:15: Precious in the sight of the
Lord is the death of his saints.”
“Yes, Delaney informed us of the
content of the message. Sister Josephine should have come to us right away. No
one should feel like they should take the law into their own hands,” Sanchez
said. His eyes hardened for a brief moment as he turned the sheet to me.
“Yeah, well, you can’t exactly
always trust law enforcement to do their jobs. How’s the sweep of your
department going? Did you get rid of all the corruption? Your track record for
keeping a clean crew isn’t exactly on par,” I said, digging in a little harder.
I didn’t want to get in a spitting contest with Sanchez, but he needed to be
put in his place after his comment. I saved countless lives by taking the law
into my own hands and made his department look like the fools that they were.
“We’re clean,” he replied flatly. “Without a doubt.”
“Good.” I said, not entirely
convinced.
Silence.
“We’re not getting off on the right
foot here.” Sanchez sighed, leaning back into the chair as he massaged his
forehead lightly.
“I can’t disagree,” I said, leaning
forward in the chair to look at the paper in front of me. As much as I hated
being here, I needed to find Sister Josephine, with or without the Appleton
Police Department. I was here, and there was no going back.
“I need you, whether I like it or
not. Not everyone in the department sees it that way, but I don’t care because
it’s my department. We have a reputation to rebuild and a job to do. And we’re
just not there quite yet. We need more information on this case, the inside
scoop on who Holston was and what past he had. There’s no one better than his
own daughter.”
“I’m not his daughter,” I
corrected.
“You know what I mean. You knew him
the longest and discovered what he was doing before any of us did. You took him
down before we could get our heads out of our asses,” he said as he signaled
his hand to the mirror behind him.
One of the officers from the zoo
stuck his buzzed head in. “Yeah, Chief?”
“Turn off the camera for a sec.”
“Chief?”
“Just do it, Hobart. I’ll tell you
when to turn it back on.”
I eyed the camera in the corner of
the room before setting my eyes back on Sanchez.
“I know you took Theron Olson.”
“I don’t
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