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using your powers for the good of others.”
    “Before I go…please just tell me…who tried to kill me?” Kate whispered.
    Rose pulled the girl close and embraced her, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and murmured a name.
    Kate pulled back and her eyes widened with dawning horror. “No…” She opened her mouth to demand more answers, but Rose and the kitchen began to dissolve. Kate tried to hold on, tried to not succumb to the darkness trying to claim her, but it was pointless. Everything she’d seen and learned in the inbetween disappeared into a void.
    ***
    “I know that tone, Corbett, and the answer is no. I can’t tell you anything about Kate’s case.” Detective John Thompson’s voice was resolute over the phone line, but Jared understood it was an act. A few minutes of badgering and his friend would divulge everything.
    “Come on…what if your wife was the one who was attacked? Do you think I’d keep you out of the loop?” Jared coaxed. Adjusting his Bluetooth at a red light en route to the hospital, he waited for John’s reply.
    “No, but I’d trust my friends to do whatever they could to find the asshole who did it,” he asserted. He took a gentler tone. “I know it’s impossible to ask, but we’re going to find who did this, just let us do our jobs. In the meantime, focus on Kate and be there for her family.”
    “I know the spiel, Thompson, I’ve given it before,” Jared groaned. “Just tell me what was found at the house.”
    “Kid, you’re a pain in my ass…”
    “Don’t call me kid,” he muttered.
    Becoming a detective at twenty-eight made him a target at the department. He’d been on the police force since he was twenty, but he was still treated like a rookie. The heckling from his colleagues never usually got to him, but he wouldn’t let them not take him seriously when it came to Kate’s case.
    “Listen, Corbett, I’ll tell you what we know, but you can’t be involved. Don’t go interviewing witnesses or looking for more evidence. If you try and dig around, it could blow the case once we catch this guy,” Thompson advised.
    Jared made a noncommittal sound of assent. He didn’t plan to let the guy make it to a trial, so it didn’t matter.
    The moment Jared saw Kate’s blood pooling around her, bloodied footprints of the person who did it creating a trail to the backdoor, he’d irrevocably changed. He was as by the book as they came; a rule following, regimented person. It was the reason he was hired at such a young age and advanced swiftly. But that persona splintered into thousands of pieces when he saw what someone did to the woman he loved.
    “I’m not going to throw you under the bus, just let me know what you guys have found,” Jared said softly.
    “There was a forced entry from the rear of the house. We believe the perp arrived first and attacked Kate as soon as she entered the residence. When you arrived, he was scared off and fled through the back door. We have his footprints, a size eleven shoe, because the soles were soaked with blood.”
    The bitter taste of bile stung his throat as he thought of her blood caked onto the floor of her home. “What about the alarm?” Jared interjected. “Why didn’t it go off when the back door was busted in?”
    “The alarm was disarmed at five, around the same time Darlene Edwards reported she left the home. After talking to her, we believe she forgot to set the alarm as she left for her party. Ms. Edwards thought she entered the code, but couldn’t be a hundred percent. The alarm had only been recently installed and she was still getting used to it,” John answered.
    Jared cringed at the news. Darlene was overprotective and it was likely killing her to realize she hadn’t secured the house before leaving. The situation felt off and he wondered at what kind of rotten luck would’ve had to happen in order for the person targeting Kate to come to the house one of the few times the alarm was likely not