Britain
After dropping Rebel off at home, Brit returned to Hawk and Addison’s townhouse. Finding herself alone, she texted Addison. Addison and Hawk had spent the night at their farmhouse, but Addison would be home in an hour.
That left Brit time to process Kurt and Kayleen’s deaths.
It was bad enough that they’d been murdered, but seeing Kayleen wedged into that small closet—a bullet hole between her eyes, a letter on her forehead—had been downright shocking.
Her focus had been on Rebel, then on letting Karen know. When Karen disrespected her like that, Brit was done. No way could she work with her going forward.
On Monday, I’m requesting a new mentor.
While working at DEA, if she had a problem, she’d bring two viable solutions to her superior. Her dad had taught her that valuable strategy.
The door on the lower level chimed, the security system alerting her that someone had entered the home through the garage.
“Welcome home, Addison,” said the computer.
Seconds later, Addison walked into the living room, set her handbag on the chair. “Hey.”
Brit glanced around. “Where’s Hawk?”
“Farmhouse.”
Talk to her.
“I need my big sis,” Brit said. “I know you and Hawk don’t keep secrets from each other, but I was hoping this could stay between us.”
Addison eased down next to Brit on the sofa, her brows knitted together. “What’s going on?”
“I was with Rebel last night. All night. This morning, we had breakfast at his condo, then I went with him on a welfare check.” Her throat tightened. “His cousin was murdered by the Alphabet Killer, and his fiancée had a letter on her forehead.”
The image of their lifeless bodies had tears pricking Brit’s eyes.
Addison clasped her hand. “Oh, no. That’s terrible.”
“It was so sad.” Brit paused. “I’m sorry I lied about where I was, but I didn’t want you to know.”
“Since we’re being honest, I got concerned when you didn’t show up at the farmhouse, so I checked the security cams here. Around three in the morning, I checked the ALPHA tracker and saw you were at Asylum, but I didn’t know you were with Rebel until this morning. You have every right to your privacy, but I had to make sure you were safe, especially with a killer out there.”
“I’m not mad,” she said. “I love that you care enough to check on me.”
The anxiety in her sister’s eyes was replaced with relief. “We should get ready for our dinner with Daddy.”
“What dinner?” Brit asked.
“He sent us a text.”
Brit checked her phone. “I totally missed this. Is Hawk invited?”
“No, just us, but we’re meeting him early, like around six.”
Brit read the text from her dad. “Filomena, 6p, Sat. Love you, Daddy.” That made Brit smile.
“What?” Addison asked.
“I like how he always signs his dad texts. What do you think he wants to talk to us about?”
“I think he’s happy you’re back.”
