Other
Read books online » Other » One Last Step Sarah Sutton (i read books TXT) 📖

Book online «One Last Step Sarah Sutton (i read books TXT) 📖». Author Sarah Sutton



1 ... 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 ... 59
Go to page:
Service,” Warren replied as he glanced between her and the road. “They’re closing down a twenty-mile stretch of the Appalachian Trail in New Hampshire and Vermont.”

“How will they keep people off of it though?”

Tara knew that to inform every hiker in that area would be a difficult job, and to keep people off of it could be next to impossible due to the multiple access points. But, if carried out successfully, it could certainly keep hikers safe until the killer was caught.

“They’re sectioning off territories to the local PD. It’s their job to keep hikers off of it.”

Tara nodded. She hoped hikers would listen and that the efforts of the local PD would be successful, but they also didn’t know where the killer would strike next, or if that twenty-mile stretch would cover it.

The car fell into silence and Tara stared out the window. There was a barn far off in the field that sat next to the parkway they were now on, but just as quickly as she saw it, they had passed it and it was soon behind them. Suddenly, it occurred to her just how quickly the killer must be moving.

“I think it’s pretty clear now that the killer’s not on foot.” she stated as she glanced back at Warren.

He nodded. “My guess is a four-wheeler.”

Tara thought the same. They both knew it was the only form of transportation that would be easily maneuverable on the trails and be able to transport bodies. It was a theory that fit and she toyed with the thought as she turned back toward the window and the car fell into silence once again.

But as time went by and no words were spoken, Tara’s mind drifted and an unsettling feeling swirled within her. Another couple went missing—it filled Tara to the rim with a sudden burden of responsibility to the point of near suffocation. I failed them, she thought. It was a feeling she was unfortunately privy to, and had brought her through years of therapy, initiated her nightmares, and caused her sudden panic attacks. It was a guilt she’d had since childhood, from hiding in the closet while her mother suffered. She was only a child, that much she knew, and it had taken her years of therapy and growing older to realize there was nothing her young self could’ve done, but she still remembered that torturous feeling that made her want to tear that piece of memory out of her mind.

All of a sudden, it occurred to her that she had never thanked Warren for keeping her on the case. He had spared her, more than he knew. Having this piece of her life taken away from her—one that she’d worked so hard for—would’ve been the ultimate blow.

She turned her head toward him. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” he asked.

“For not telling Reinhardt. I didn’t thank you earlier.”

Warren nodded his head. “No problem, Mills.” He sighed. “I know this job can be a lot to adjust to.” A long silence lingered between them, “Did you want to talk about it?” he asked hesitantly.

Tara looked up in surprise as her heart beat harder. It was not something she spoke about often, if at all—only her therapist, John, and those who picked up the newspaper in their small town many years ago knew the story. John’s parents knew some of it too, but only partially. They knew her mother was murdered, that Tara grew up with her grandmother—but she made sure John told them that she never had a father and that the murder was a break-in gone wrong. Somehow, it was an easier story to face them with.

“You know, it could help if you talk about it. I’ve been in this business a long time. I’ve seen many reactions to scenes in this job,” he added.

Tara swirled the idea around in her head. Maybe he’s right, she thought. Whenever she’d told the truth about her past, it had calmed her anxiety. It had happened with John, with his parents. They never spoke much about it afterward, but it was as if her mind could relax once the elephant in the room was discussed. Maybe it was what she needed.

“The scene just reminded me of something in my past. Something I often try to forget.” Her words trailed off as she looked down toward her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“I mean, that’s usually what happens,” Warren responded. “You wouldn’t have gotten this far and gotten through the academy if you’re afraid of death or blood, so I kind of assumed it was something a bit more personal.”

Tara could sense him look over at her, but she kept her head down and just nodded.

“Believe it or not, seeking a job for subconscious reasons is not unusual.” He paused. “I guess it’s just a natural reaction to seek closure. Joining the FBI could be seen as having power over situations similar to ones in an agent’s past.”

Tara looked up at him. It was as if he could see right through her.

“It doesn’t make you a bad agent, Mills. But you got to figure it out.”

Tara hesitated and chose her next words carefully.

“But what do agents do when it interferes with work?” she asked.

Warren let out a big sigh. “Well,” he began, “that does happen too, Mills. You’re not the only one.” He looked over at her. “That’s the crazy thing…” He shook his head at his words. “We go into this seeking power or closure—and ninety-nine percent of the time we are oblivious to why we even sought out this profession, but for whatever reason, we go into it. And all it does is reopen the wounds we tried so hard to close. Some people have to get out of it. Some find other ways to cope.” He paused for a brief second. “Do you like your job, Mills? Given what it brought up inside you?”

“Yeah, I do,” she replied.

“Well good.” He smiled. “I thought so too, that’s why I didn’t tell Reinhardt.”

Tara’s

1 ... 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 ... 59
Go to page:

Free ebook «One Last Step Sarah Sutton (i read books TXT) 📖» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment