Mel Evers wonders about it all

Maggie sat in her car watching Kyra and her colleagues move through the shadows carrying the men into an abandoned warehouse. Every so often Kyra caught Maggie’s eye and Maggie always turned away first. A battle was going on in the detective’s mind. Maggie could see the tension lines between her eyes. She wasn’t having trouble with what would happen inside the warehouse, Maggie, she knew, looked forward to dishing-up some justice for her brother. So what troubled her?

As turned to leave her people to prepare the men for a conversation, Stan grabbed her elbow and pulled her aside. “This will not end well. They know who she is,” he said.

She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. “I have a plan. And when did you grow a conscience?”

“Kyra, you’re getting in too deep.” He snapped. “I don’t care about those thugs or the fucked up cop. I care about you.”

She laughed sadly. “There’s nothing more than a job between us, Stan. When this is over…it’s over. Happy now?” She turned to leave.

He stepped in her way. “Not really. I don’t believe you.”

“Well then you’re going to have to trust me.” She hated that he was closer to right than he knew.  Hated herself for dropping her guard for Maggie. But she looked on the bright side; maybe this was the case that ended her misery.

“Get them ready. We’ll be in, in ten minutes,” She wouldn’t allow him to get in her way again.

Kyra got into the passenger seat without looking at Maggie. “You ready for this,” she said.

“Yes.” Maggie said, distractedly.

Kyra took a long breath before looking at Maggie. “There’s no going back.”

“I hadn’t planned on it. I’m living moment to moment.”

Maggie’s tone broke her self-preservation rule and once again Maggie had gotten inside her head. “What’s happened?”

“I just got the call. My brother died an hour ago.”