“Everything is fine,” I smile.
I take a step in, but Fynn grabs me by the elbow.
“Let me guess,” I frown, jokingly. “You need to check to make sure it’s safe.”
“See?” Fynn elbows Anderson gently in the stomach. “I don’t even need to say it anymore. She knows everything.”
We all chuckle, feeling like a huge cloud just got lifted from above us. Fynn and Anderson go in first, instructing me to remain downstairs. It takes them a while to check every room, but when they’re finally done, they return with a victorious smile on their faces.
“Milady,” Anderson bows, “thy mansion is clean.”
“Wonderful!” I jump from the little sofa I almost fell asleep in, and start clapping.
“Now, we need to head back to the – “ Anderson continues.
“You aren’t leaving me alone, are you?” I whine.
“Well,” Anderson looks at Fynn. “We could stay, for the night. Sleep on the sofa or the floor.”
“There are plenty of guest rooms, don’t be silly,” I tell him.
“We could just call in tonight and sort everything out tomorrow, at the station,” Anderson looks over at Fynn. “What do you say?”
Fynn sighs heavily, more heavily than in the last few weeks.
“I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, alright then,” Anderson grins. “We got a sleepover on our hands. I’ll quickly ring the station, and then…”
“Shower and bed,” Fynn smirks. “For everyone.”
“Oh, I doubt I could sleep after all this commotion,” I chuckle. “Plus, I fell asleep on the sofa, while you guys were checking the place out. I think I had my power nap.”
“What?” Anderson starts laughing. “You better not try to keep us awake all night long with your girl talk and shit.”
I laugh at his comment, even though that definitely doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
“I promise, if I can’t sleep, I’ll just watch a movie or something.”
But, there is something that won’t let me be. I stop, and turn to them again. Their eyes are inquisitive. They know there are still some questions left unanswered.
“What is it?” Fynn asks. “You look troubled.”
“There is something that’s still bugging me.”
“Tell us,” Anderson urges.
“Kayne mentioned something in my dad’s safe,” I hesitate. “What is it?”
Fynn looks over at Anderson, then back at me again.
“Your dad had Kayne’s dental records,” Fynn explains. “I have no idea how he got a hold of them. But, he was always afraid that we didn’t finish the job. As it turned out, we really hadn’t. So, he kept that record safe, knowing he might he need it at some point, if his worst suspicions came true. Unfortunately, none of us expected the Chief to be… Kayne.”
Fynn’s admission left me confused, but relieved at the same time. So, it wasn’t money or something that might again come back to haunt us. Kayne was dead. For real this time. And, his dental records bore no relevance any longer.
“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I sigh, even managing to smile.
“It really is,” Fynn assures me.