Survival Of The Fittest

The Situation Is Solved... Or Is It?

"Okay, I will handle the reporters first," I say. I walk up the few stairs that remain to the church. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistle. Accomplished at getting everyone's attention, I begin to speak simple words.
"We have no comment at this time." I rush down the stairs and signal for Scarlett and Ryan to follow me into my car. "Where are we going?" Ryan asks. "Nowhere just yet, I needed to get away from the reporters. Okay, both of you are going to go find out what the Prime Minister knew about LC. Now, I do not condone anything illegal. However, if you do have to use your detective privileges to go undercover or to sneak into public events, that is perfectly acceptable." They nod in agreement. "Meet me at my house at exactly four o' clock. We will eat then considering I have not had more then a muffin in the past twenty four hours. I am going to speak to that stranger of a man and retrieve the letter my father left. Then I am going to Charles, Thomas, and Gregory's parents and families house and offering my condolences and any answers I can give." I am about to leave the car when Ryan puts his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay?" He asks. "I am fine." I exit the car and walk over to the man that told me my father fled. "First off, who are you?" I ask. "That I cannot say," he responds. "You cannot say? I am a detective and he is a serial killer and my father, why can't I know your identity?"  "I cannot say," he says. I take a deep breath. "Give me the letter." He takes the letter out of the inside of his jacket and hands me the envelope. I thank him and return to my car. Opening it, I do not know what to expect. Donatello fled as soon as we discovered the bodies, which leads me to believe he had something to do with it. It all depends on what year he escaped prison. If it was over ten years ago, I know he had something to do with it. My real question is; Does he know who LC is?
I begin to read the letter.
Dearest Dakota,
I have fled for many reasons. If you come looking for me, you will not find me. I know who the killer you're looking for is, and I will protect him until the end of time. However, you know I cannot protect you. What you did was beyond doubt wonderful. You deserve to take credit for that. So, in an hour from when this gets delivered to you, there will be photos presented to the public of you killing people. Do not run from your destiny my daughter.
I panic. I begin to look around for the man who delivered this letter, but he is gone. I should've kept him here because I know he is the one who will make my past acts public. I can pretend to not know why my father is doing this, but I will not do that. He wants me to be just like him.
But I am not daddy's little girl.
I can also pretend I will not be held accountable for the things I did when I was just six years old. Things I can barely remember properly or clearly. However, I know I will be interrogated and investigated. Most likely by people at my very own station. Once again my father has managed to get to me. I drive to an old friends house. It is far away, so I know I can be there when the news comes out that I killed multiple people.
Riding up to her house, I smile. I get out of my car and walk up to her front door. I have not seen her in decades. I don't even know if she will recognize me. I knock on the door and she opens it. "Detective Judy," I smile. "Detective Dakota," she smirks, "Come here!" I hug her. This was the woman who helped shape me. She was the lead detective who hunted down my father and sent him to prison. "Let me look at you, wow you've got some face! How old are you now?" She asks. "Thirty-One." "God I'm old. Well, come on in." I enter her home and am delighted by the size of it. She has made quite the living for herself. "Why are you here, Dakota?" I take a deep breath. "My fathers out of jail." She cocks her eyebrow, "Your father died years ago." I shake my head, "No, he got out. Do not ask me how, but he got away with it. And now, well, Judy he is going to destroy my career."  "There is no way I will let that happen. I may be fifty two years old, but I can still put up a fight. What do you need?" 
"Can I get a cigarette first?" She hands me a lit cigarette and I take a puff and let the smoke burn my throat. "I killed people." "Excuse me?" "When I was around six years old, I helped him murder people. I was little, yes, but he gave me a knife and I stabbed people to death. He wanted to make me a monster. He was creating a monster." She wipes her forehead. "Let me guess, now he's going to tell people you did that in hopes of getting under your skin?" I laugh, "How'd you know?" She laughs in return, "I know your father better than anyone else."  "For the first time in my life, I do not have a plan." She points to me, "Nope, we're not doing this. You can't hide out here. You're going to be held accountable and you're going to fight for what's right. And I will fight for you. That motherfucker won't take you down. Not again." I agree with her words. Except I do not know what she meant by "not again."
"In an hour I will be investigated. Can I go to jail for this?"  "Well, no, you were a child. But they can take away your authority and your gun. Is there anything else I should know?"  "I have a half brother from him. His name is Ryan Wintors. He is a really good kid, I need him to be protected." She nods. "And there is a man. Douglas Jeremy. He is in the hospital and he has no legs because he was attacked by the killer I'm trying to find. Make sure he is safe, too." If I get my gun taken away and I lose my job, Judy knows exactly what I am going to do. I will leave. I will take my expertise elsewhere, and I will begin to follow LC myself. I have another gun— one that is a bit more personal. "I have people around the world. You and I both know where this will go if you take matters into your own hands. But don't you doubt for a second, I'd do anything for you kid." "If I follow LC, are you going to follow my father? One last rodeo?"  "You bet I am." I reach my hand out to shake hers, "Partners?" I ask.
"Partners." She agrees.
"I have one more stop to make before I go back to the station," I tell her. We say our goodbyes and I drive to Charles' families house. I planned on going to Thomas and Gregory's grieving families house as well, but there is not enough time.
I walk up to Charles' home and knock on his door. His wife answers. "Hello my name is Dakota Wintors. I worked with your husband. Can I come in?" She allows me into her home. I sit down at her table and see her toddler sitting on the couch, playing with a stuffed animal.
"I am so sorry for your loss, but I am going to find the man who did this. And when I do, you will be the first to know. I'm sorry I couldn't save your husband." She breaks down in tears in front of me. Through her tears she says, "When you catch him, let me know. My daughter deserved to have her father here. And I want to see the man who took that away from her rot in hell." I nod in agreement and walk out of her house. Getting back in my car, I know what I am in for. I am ready.
I drive to the station. When I get there, Dale walks up to me. "I need to see you in my office. There are a lot of people with a lot of questions for you." "What is this pertaining to?" I ask. "Dakota, I know." I clench my jaw. "Let's do this."