Inheritance Of Secrets

Casey's always win

Every library usually looks the same. There are rows and rows of books each divided up into sections to make it easier for readers.

This however was not the Resits library.

It held over 15 000 cases.

Instead of bookcases, it had storage shelves holding each case box. There was a computer room and other necessary supplies at the back.

This was a place that was especially important to me when Mr Hawthorne decided I could be useful to him. He used cold cases to test my skills before moving me onto real targets. The only one I never truly solved was the disappearance of his son, Toby Hawthorne. He has truly disappeared.

I couldn't go back to the Hawthorne house just yet.

There was one file I needed to collect.

Looking through the rows of cases I found the one I needed. The box was lodged in the middle of the row. Also too high for me to reach. There was only–

My thoughts were cut off by my phone going off.

Ethan. It's always Ethan.

"You should be asleep," I say immediately after I pick up.

I can tell he is smiling on the other end, "You should be asleep."

"I'm 18 I can do whatever I wish."

He scoffs, "Being of age to vote doesn't make you mature enough to function."

"What do you want Ethan?" I say ignoring his bickering.

"Where are you?" His voice goes soft, sounding almost worried.

"The library I won. I texted you about it a few hours ago."

He goes silent for a second, "What happened with the clue and stuff?"

I let out a long exhale. It was strange how much I wanted to talk about this. Complain about everything tonight. Usually, I would just talk to Jameson but I dont think we will be talking for a while.

"I'll be home in 30 minutes. Will you still be awake?" I ask.

"Well, it's 3:00 in the morning. You know how much I love the witching hour."

My lips slip into a smile, "I will tell you everything then. Bye, Ethan."

"Bye Anna."

Now all I had to do was somehow get this box and drive home. Shouldn't be too hard.

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The drive home was just as quiet. So were the suburban streets I drove through. Not a single peep.

As I pulled up to the house the was a dark figure at the steps. It appeared to be around 6 feet and wearing pyjamas.

Ethan was waiting for me.

As I parked the car on the street he walked up to my window.

"You really shouldn't be driving late at night missy," The comment was meant as a joke but I saw a look of pure terror. He was holding his phone in his left hand which also meant he was probably tracking my location all the way home.

I force a calm smile, "It's all okay, there was barely anyone on the roads Eth."

I slide past him and reach for the case box and my bag. Once I face him again the worry has slightly left and displayed on his face is a look of pure happiness. All my brother really needs in his life is people who he cares about around him. That was all he ever needed. I really should have been here more often.