Cece - 12/26
Celeste: [I shouldn't be here at all. I shouldn't be here alone but curiosity is really starting to get the best of me. Something deep down keeps urging me to seek out the truth behind my parents death. When they died I couldn't take it and I gladly let #Leslie swoop in to handle things for me. Including talking to the police. In the years since their untimely demise I've told myself reading a police report would not change anything. Clearly there isn't enough evidence to catch fucker who did it. But now. .. now I feel like I can't move on with my life without figuring it out. With this heavy thought weighing on my mind and heart I made my way over to the police station. Charming police are a joke. How else could you explain #LasDiablas getting away with all of our dirt? Snorting as I get off my bike. My large eyes scanning the area as I cross the street. Oddly enough this feels like Sons' territory. Anybody with half a brain knows #Unser is on their side. Scrunching up my nose as I push open the doors and head inside. Marching up to the desk I quickly explain why I'm here. The young lady at the desk makes me fill out some bullshit paperwork before walking off to make copies of the file. My nerves get the best of me and I end up pacing the small reception area while I wait. What of the contents of these pages change my life? What if it raises more uncertainty? Before I can weigh out all the pros and cons the officers in my face with an envelope. Nodding my head and turning to leave when I hear her comment, "I hope that gives you some kind of closure, Miss Connolly. " My brow raising as I pivot on the balls of my feet to face her. ] Closure? You think reading about my parents unsolved murder would accomplish something for me? Do you honestly think this department's failure is comforting? Obviously, they hire all the village idiots in this place. [Shaking my head as I bolt out out of there before I do something to land me in cuffs. The last thing I want to do as a new member is get hemmed up over nothing. Taking a deep breath as I step outside. Clutching the envelope in my hands like a lifeline. Hoping that there's a small chance I see something in these files the cops missed. Something that leads me right to my parents killer. ]