Montgomery taught me what it meant to be a cop. He taught me that
there are no victories, only battles. And if you are lucky, you
find someone willing to stand with you."
looked over at me, a message hidden in her eyes. With her, it's
hard to decipher these messages, but at the moment it was written
clear on her face. Thanks, Rick, it said, bright as day. I
Montgomery was gone, and soon he would join the forlorn
gravestones in this cemetery. It seemed like a bleak fate.
distance, I saw sunlight shine off of one of the headstones. I
let out a small sigh. The day would've been perfect, except for
death. Murder was probably happening somewhere in New York, and
why didn't I care as much as I usually did, with the prospect of
finding a story hidden in the depths of the mystery? I was always
after the why, not the how or the who, like
Beckett always was. The why was
the nerve in
my brain that had pushed me to become a writer, for the story,
not just the fact that it had happened. But, when you knew the
why, along with the how and who, and had been there for all
three, then it suddenly seemed a lot less interesting.
headstone glinted even more, now taking on a reddish tinge. I
looked out at it, my brain not thinking as clearly as it usually
did. But in an instant, I realized that gravestones don't glitter.
shouted, and dove for her, a second too late as the shot banged
throughout the graveyard. She jerked backwards as we collided,
bringing us both to the ground. People started screaming, but it
faded away as I focused on her face, panic rising inside of me
like a flood, horror mounting in my chest. As it reached my
heart, I felt a sickly pang. This couldn't be happening.
with me!" I pleaded, squeezing her bloodstained hand. She
couldn't leave me, not after all we've been through. And the last
words she said to me...Rick, we are over. No, it couldn't end like
with me! Don't leave me!" I begged, frantic. She was fading fast,
the stunned look on her face beginning to drift away into
something that I'd prefer not to think about. I had to--she had
love you. I love you, Kate!" I whispered, trying to bring her
back, but at the same time I knew that it was over. All over. She
looked directly at me, her eyes sending me another message. But
before I could read it, her lids closed and her body grew limp.
As her head rolled to the side I saw the streak of a tear where
she had been crying.