“I know who killed Walker,” I Spat out. I had the proof in my hand, I didn’t want to say anything, but I knew I had to make this right. If I was the target because I knew—**_so be it. _**

“Is this all the evidence?” He asked, then I nodded.

He ran his finger on the pages, “You have a real future in detective work, your brain works in riddles. This—right here—is more effort than any of the police at my station give.”

“I’m not suprised though, I am my mothers daughter.”

“You are,” he laughed in agreement, while I joined in. He paused, “You might want to turn this in right away.”

“Got it sir—I mean Danny,” I said, ready to walk out.. then he added, “Kelsie?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have security at your house?”

“Hello? I am the security.”

I had super powers—for gosh sake. I could kill someone in a fail swoop….. _Lilly! _

I needed to get home asap, Lilly—_my sister_ didn’t.

“Okay, well be safe.” He paused, “Your dad told me to look after you,” he then put his hand on my cheek. It’s not what you think—he is my uncle, and basically raised me, since my mom went a-wal.

I turned the papers in and headed home. I had the motives for murder, the suspects, and the proof of indication for Josh mael. He killed walker—along with many others involved in the smuggling deal, wiped them all out.

But anyway, my brain, can decipher anything. When I was young—maybe 15? Before everything happened with my mother, she taught me all about the crime system, how to fight, and how to decipher riddles—all different kinds. I guess you could say I’m an 17 year old genius, I personally prefer—my humble opinion—a girl who was taught a lot.

My Dad, before he died at my ripe—age of 10 was a cop, who really knew his stuff. All this work throughly done, no missing pieces, taught me little about that as well.

Part 2???? Lemme know if you want more.