Life at Gray Gables: Channeling a Writer- Day 7

Today's writing challenge WORD OF THE DAY is:

SISTER

Kat made it back to her desk at headquarters. The scene that developed at the coroner's office was more than she could handle for a week, let alone one solid days work. The dental records had been sent off for processing, since this was still a considered a "Jane Doe" without a face or fingerprints. It was horrific. The scene. The body. The thought of what had happened? What could have gone so wrong? How did this happen and why? So many questions that always were the lead of a fresh investigation. It never got old, never made Kat feel tired, actually the complete opposite was happening each and every case. She fell into the minds of horrible people, found her way to a conclusion and not just any conclusion, but one that actually existed in reality.

She felt as much as she uncovered, piece by piece the details of the happenings. It haunted her more than she had ever hoped that it would. She found herself the victim more often than the detective lead in charge in her dreams.

She started with her notes. Things she had found that were general info, such as who the house, or at this point, lack there of, belonged to. This did not just mean now, but she had to dig back to the ancestry of the house. The car that was parked out in front of the house, who did that belong to- a neighbor? The Victim? It was a piece that needed to be solved. There were not many leads to go on. The neighbors seemed spread out and the ones that were home...were less than helpful. Seems they all kept to themselves, not sharing casseroles from time to time or helping with the grass mowing.

The phone next to her rang out loudly, startling her from her train of thought.

"Yes, Kat here."
"We have some news." a shallow breath followed and then silence from the strong voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm dying from anticipation here. Do tell."

"Are you sitting." said the voice, in a short, strong tone.

"Sure. Why?"

"Kat. Maybe I should come down, do this face to face."

"What the hell are you talking about Grahm GIVE IT TO ME straight, already."

"I'll be right down."

The phone went silent. She was left with nothing but bewilderment as to what the heck was going on. What required a face to face? What did he find?

A tall, dark and slightly handsome man, dressed in a bright blue lab coat, blue framed glasses outlining his bright blue eyes walked through her office doorway. The worry was wrinkled within his thin, long face.

She peered at him through her piercing green cat-like eyes. No smile could cross her now worried face.

"I don't want to alarm you."

"Um, yea, we are past that!" she spat out at him.

"The dental records came back with a match."

"OK, Sherlock Holmes, I kind of figured that. To what do I owe the face to face for the facts?"

"Kat... it's your sister."

Her world went black. Her insides quickly joined the outside world, meeting the black trash can that was within reach under her dark wood desk. She could not see straight. The questions whirling in her brain were to much. This was too much. A dream? She was not within the reality of the world right now, there was no way. She fell to her knees from her blue office chair, her stocking covered knees meeting the cold linoleum, dingy flooring. She felt his hand on her back, rubbing small circles. She felt his cold, man hands holding her hair while more of her inside met the outside. She felt the cool fingertips run down the back of her neck to try to soothe this tragedy.

More voices came into the small office. She swore she heard her mothers voice. Then her father's voice, but grief, disbelief were clouding everything that made her...well her...

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Well...there was a twist of events for you!

How was everyone's weekend?

We had a pretty uneventful one here! Gray Gables Farm had some drywall done in the Playroom/Office... since last week, with temps down below 5* were a little brutal for the lack of insulated room!