Most nights KC was able to settle down and fall asleep with only a few nervous thoughts invading her brain, but tonight was a completely different story. At four in the morning, there was a loud bang in her backyard, followed by the sound of someone, or really something more likely than not, moving around. She was able to ignore it at first, pretend that she was fine, but the longer the rustling around continued, the worse she felt. As illogical as it was, her mind couldnāt let go of the thought that perhaps the man that shot her was out there, back for more. Hiding herself in her closet with the dogs, KC nervously tapped at her phone, debating on calling the police before settling instead on ringing up Dakotaās phone. While she didnāt want to bother the detective at such a ridiculous hour, the woman was perhaps the only person she would have felt entirely comfortable having there when she was already so worked up. Sheād been working the investigation since the start and KC trusted her in a way that she didnāt with most people. Putting the phone to her ear, KC started rambling nervously almost immediately, her words coming out rushed and stuttering due to her panic.
āAh - h-hey, uhā¦Dakotaā¦erm. Detective Williamson, uh ā I donāt um. Whichever isā¦appropriate, um. I know itāsā¦I know it uh. Itās really umā¦late and youāre probably sleeping and um. This is stupid, I shouldnāt even be calling, but thereās something in my yard and itās really loud and I justā¦I donāt know. Maybe itāsā¦maybe itās him, you know? It couldā¦be him. And uhm. You could maybe..maybe catch him and itād uhā¦you could end your investigation orā¦yeah. Just, you know ifā¦youāre up orā¦or whatever, ifā¦maybe you wanted to..to come by. Itās Ā shoot, um. Itās KC, by the way. KC Pelayo. Um. Yeah, you know, this is..itās probably nothing and you probably donāt need to come and um. Iām so sorry for bothering you, itāsā¦itās fine. Iāll sleep in the closet, itāll be fine. Really, fine. Um. Again. Sorry.āĀ
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Sleep was a rare thing for Dakota. Sheād always been restless, focused ā once she set on a task, there was little she could do to pull herself from it. Sheād lost track of the hour as she poured over her case files. The sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, and she hadnāt even noticed. The gears in her mind had only diverted once, and that was only because she realized she was rather desperate for a cup of coffee. As soon as it was done, though, she returned to the task at hand. Her next distraction was her phone ringing in the next room. It was only then that green eyes were torn from her messy, disjointed pages and to the time. That brought about a small jolt of nervousness ā a late-night phone call was rarely good news in her world. A nervousness that didnāt entirely dissipate as she saw the name flashing across her screen.
Sheād barely gotten the phone to her ear, much less any semblance of a greeting, before words began pouring in on the other end of the line. She let KC finish before she spoke, listening as the woman became almost immediately dismissive of her own concerns. She did her best to sound calming as she spoke, tone slow and even. āDeep breaths, okay KC? You did the right thing. Stay where you are,ā she started, making her way to the front door and slipping on her boots.Ā āIām leaving right now. But i want you to stay on the line with me while I drive over, okay?ā Dakota knew better than to be dismissive of any concerns ā even if it was well in the realm of possibilities that the sound was just drunk kids or some sort of animal rooting through curbside garbage cans. Dakota slipped out of her apartment and down to her Jeep, doing her best to keep her own background noise to a minimum.Ā āCan you describe it for me? What you heard?ā
