My shaky hands twist off the cap of the tube of benzodiazepines pills. I place one on my tongue before swallowing down hard, glaring at the girl in the mirror - the last ten years make their back into my memory.

"Seattle why would you go there?" He asked.

"it could be Washington or Boston...who knows," I told him.

"But I don't understand" Harry admitted "you are at the top of your class at Oxford University, why would you go to the states and become a cop?"

I sighed "You don't need to understand it, Harry"

He smiled "One day I will find out all your deep dark secrets Isla," he said playfully.

"And why would you want to do that?" I half smiled with fear in my voice.

"How else will I understand what makes you tick?" Harry shrugged.

"Believe me Harry you don't wanna know" I shook my head.

The substance rushes to my head as I feel my phone buzz from my pocket.
Immediately I press my cell phone against my ear.

"Yeah" I rub my forehead.

"Isla Mills it's Charlie Fuller" he greets.

"Who?" I raise my brows as scratching the back of my head.

"Your husband's attorney" he specifies.

Will this guy ever leave me alone? I swear he's called me like one thousand times in the last week alone.

"What do you want?"

"You missed the court date" Mr Fuller says slowly.

Of course, I did.

"I'm in New York on business" I shake my head.

"Where in New York?" He asks.

Why does he care? Is he going to try to track me down again?

"Manhattan" I roll my eyes "What do you want?"

"I'm sending one of my associates to Manhattan to give you the papers" he announces.

I'm not even surprised at this point. He needs to give up.

"That's not necessary Charlie" I sigh.

"Yes it is" he insists.

I grit my teeth in frustration. Oh it really isn't.

"Tell him that I'm not signing those damn papers!" I end the call furiously.

Suddenly I hear rummaging outside the door. why is it trouble always comes my way?

I pull out my Glock 22 from beside me as walking towards the door in my black tank top and underwear.

You can never be too careful. I open the hotel room door slowly as my heart rate increases.

"Fuck" he cries.

"It's you" I roll my eyes as taking a few steps back.

Only Elijah. Looks like he decided to take me up on my offer.

"Who were you expecting a hitman?" Elijah hisses.

Oh boy. Piece of shit looked into me.

I roll my eyes. "You read my file" I walk through my hotel room.

"Having a friend in the FBI is good like that" he clenched his jaw.

"So you called Kyle to check me out but you didn't ask him for my favour" I raise a brow.

"Detective Isla Mills" Elijah pulls out a sheet of paper as I place my gun on the nightstand.

"Here we go" I roll my eyes as folding my arms.

Now he's going to read me my file. Is he serious?

"Daughter of detective Katherine Mills Who was murdered on an undercover sting operation before she was born....her father remarried the surrogate years later which whom he had a child with" Elijah reads.

"Yes, my brother Brandon who is being held against his will by the very organization-" I shake my head.

"Ms Mills's family were involved in a fatal car accident that claimed the lives of both her parents" he looks up at me.

"Are you finish?" I fold my arms.

I can't get emotional over this. Thirteen years is a long time.

"You tell me" he folds his arms "is that the end of the story?"

I don't have time to be psychoanalyzed.

"I think you're about to tell me" I roll my eyes.

This is a waste of time.

He looks back to the sheet of paper "It says here that you have a daughter"

"Correction" I gulp as looking into the man's eyes "I had a daughter"

"What?" He blinks.

"See what the rest of that little book report should say is that Isla Mills got herself knocked up when she was fifteen...gave birth prematurely to a beautiful baby girl in October 2016 who passed away in late December of the same year....when she entered the program she was dragged away from her baby but sweet sweet sweet Johnathan Banks promised to watch over her little girl...he would give her regular updates until the day she is dragged away from her only family and told that her sweet little baby girl never left the hospital! Johnathan Banks is evil Elijah...You need to help me put him down" I cry.

There's a moment of silence as Ely shakes his head violently "You won't win" he starts as taking a step towards me "Let this go"

"I can't!" I scream

"Why not?" He sighs.

"Because I have nothing to lose Elijah! He took everything from me! Everything!" I scream.

"What do you want Isla? Do you want to kill Johnathan Banks? Go ahead. Kill him...it will not change anything...So please tell me...what is it that you want?" He looks me in the eye, as we now stand a few feet apart.

"I want to wake up tomorrow and see my parents, I want to watch my kid and brother grow up! I want my family back! The family that that man took away from me!" I yell.

He shakes his head "Johnathan Banks is not responsible for anything that has happened to you or your family" Ely lowers his voice.

Elijah obviously doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.

"He promised us that he wouldn't rest till he finds the father of my child's killer but he was the cop behind his death! He's a dirty cop who hired the damn hitman to kill the father of my child! He pushed us into witness protection! Stripped us all of our identities! Forced us to lie to everybody that we loved! Hid my daughter's death from me! Dragged me away from my family! Then threw my only sibling into the life that I tried so desperately to save him from! So yes Elijah that man is responsible for what has happened to my family and I....will you help me?" I beg.

Without warning, Ely pulls me into a kiss. Stunned for a second I pull away. I haven't kissed another man's lips in so long. I've only ever really loved two men.

I go along with whatever game Elijah wants to play. Whatever gets me back to Hank, Brandon, and Thomas.

***

"It's done," Ely says from across the room as stuffing his cell in his pocket.

"Thank You" I nod as he buttons up his shirt.

"So what do you need from me?" He lowers his voice.

"Excuse me?" I question as putting my clothes back on.

"You need Tommy to cross check files and Kyle to track down Johnathan banks....what do you need me from me?" Ely raises a brow. "Is it to get out of legal troubles?"

The clock is ticking - I don't have time for games.

"I'm going to go meet Tommy in Baltimore" I roll my eyes.

"You know where he is?" He blinks.

I know all their locations. I have to.

I glare at Ely for a second. "As I said I have a PI on my side"

He shakes his head "So why do you need us?" Ely asks.

Because the PI is no longer on my side.

"Because we have since parted ways...and well there were a lot of things that he didn't have access to" I admit.

"Like the FBI database" he raises a brow curiously.

"Yes like the FBI database" I nod. "Now if you will excuse me I'm heading to Baltimore"

"You didn't answer my question....what do you want from me?" He repeats.

I glare at him. He looks so lost. I'm running out of time. I can't tell him all that I need to say. All that I've always wanted to say. There's not enough time.

"Thank you Elijah" with that I exit the hotel room.