and started again more carefully. “Have you
heard about Falconn?”
“Mel—oh I’m so glad you called,” Kelly replied, her genuine
pleasure clear in her high voice.
Melissa frowned for a moment, not used to anyone worrying about
her.
“I was going to give you a few more days to grieve,” Kelly
continued, her voice wobbling slightly as if she was not certain whether she
should keep talking but was determined to get through it. “But I knew you’d
want to do something. Why don’t you come over here? Matt and I can share what
we know and you can point us in the right direction.”
“I’ll be doing this myself,” Melissa replied, her voice low
but firm. “I know you’re Enforcers now, Kelly, but I need to do this. If you
can’t or won’t share information with me I understand, but—”
“Mel,” Kelly interrupted, and Melissa cringed. Her friend
sounded genuinely hurt. “Don’t. You know I’ll help however I can. I know how
much you’re hurting. I am too. You weren’t his only friend.”
“I apologize,” Melissa said softly as tears gathered in her
eyes. She swallowed hard before continuing. “I know. I’m sorry. Again.
Just…will you share what you can with me? Keep the official people off the case
until I can find this bastard? Please?”
“They’re looking into it,” Kelly replied softly. Melissa
could all but see her crouching over the phone and turning her back to the
window. “Matt, Julian, Liv and I can cover for you, but you need to come in,
speak with us first. Just so we’re all on the same page. Please. Even if you
can’t give me that, I’ll still do everything I’m able to. I swear.”
Melissa nodded. It would be enough. Even just to brainstorm
with Kelly—and by the sounds of it Matt as well—would help to nudge her in the
right direction. She could take it from there by herself. Melissa was more than
used to working alone.
A part of her withered inside. She knew that isolation was
the best route but the necessity dragged at her, depressed her. She hadn’t
realized just how much a deep part of her had hoped to team up with Kelly—with
or without her lover—until she’d discovered that wouldn’t be possible. Melissa
straightened her spine. She could do this, she knew. She was perfectly capable
of catching her Falconn’s killer by herself.
Alone as always.
Melissa had come this far without needing anyone. She would
not stumble and fall now. Not when this was so critically important. She
couldn’t let Falconn down. He would have done the same for her, and more.
“I’ll come now—is that okay?” she asked.
“That’s fine,” Kelly assured her. “Just ask for me, I’ll
leave your name at reception and they’ll direct you up here.”
“Thanks,” Melissa replied and ran a hand through her damp
hair. She took a deep breath and Kelly spoke again before she could say
goodbye.
“Mel, it will be all right, I promise you. Between us we’ll
get this guy. We will.”
Melissa smiled but it was a tight, cold, hard thing on her
face.
“Oh I’ll get him,” she replied softly but with steel in her
tone. “I can guarantee it. No matter what else I do, this man, this killer, I
will get.”
“I’ll see you soon,” Kelly promised and they said their
goodbyes.
Melissa took a look around, packed a few items she always
carried in her long leather jacket, put her keys and wallet into one of her
outside pockets and, with a last look, left her apartment.
She had a killer to hunt.
Chapter Two
After winding her way through dozens of similar-looking
beige corridors, the directions Melissa had been given finally paid off.
Unbeknownst to her, she must have been sent on the “scenic route” to Kelly and
Matt’s office. Her mind was firmly stuck on her friend and the unusual magic
she had come across in his apartment.
The door to the room stood open and Melissa knocked on the
flimsy wooden frame as she peered inside. Kelly stood up from her desk the
instant