Hey guys!

I'm beyond excited to share the final chapters with you all. I really wanted to know the ending prior to writing these chapters but unfortunately that's not how my brain works. The endings of books generally come to me while I'm writing it - if that makes any sense lol.

So the final chapters have a count down. Chapter 70 had stated that she has seventy two hours till she had to be back in Seattle - so that's the time frame for these last chapters.

I hope you all enjoy - it is a lot to take in ngl but I'm very happy with it.

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Hour two

"Thank You for letting me talk to you-" I begin.

"Don't beat around the bush detective" the woman places her tea cup onto the table top "you want to know where my husband is, and the honest truth is that I don't know....But let's get something straight...I had no idea about any of his criminal activity till I was interrogated by the police"

I believe Steph instantly. I can tell by the woman's face that she had no part in this mess.

"Do you know where your husband could be? Do you two have a favourite vacation spot or second home, perhaps family interstate?" I ask.

"I have been married to Matthew for six years now detective...and it seems that I didn't know him at all...believe me when I tell you that I don't have a clue" Steph admits.

Ugh. We are going round and round in circles. Looks like she's no help.

"Great" I mutter sarcastically as standing up "Do you mind if I look through his things?"

"I don't see why not" she nods.

"Thank you" I nod as walking towards his desk. I open the one desk drawer immediately where I find a stack of files. Flicking through each file quickly, I just find things about Vikings. "Wow he was crazy into Vikings"

"It was his passion" she admits.

Weird hobby for a dirty cop if you ask me. I thought he would enjoy human trafficking or something more.

I smile as a thought come to my mind "My mothers family name originates from Vikings... Osmund" I say proudly.

I don't think about Katherine often. Yes I am biologically her daughter but I never knew her. My mother has always been Alexandria - the woman who carried me for nine months than raised me as her own till her death.

"What name did you say?" Steph shoots me a haunted expression.

I furrow my brows in concern. "Osmund....my mothers maiden name" I blink.

What's her problem with my name?

"Wait one second" she leaves the room. I stand there confused till she returns with a file thirty seconds later "Osmund"

I take the file from her hands. I look down to see the name written in the right corner. I flick through the pages quickly - not understanding a thing he had written.

The only thing that is clear to me are the two names listed on the first page.

Katherine Osmund (deceased)

Rebecca Osmund. Location: England - may have information about X.

"What the hell" I gasp.

A family member that I don't know about, how? I thought I had lost everybody.

"What does this mean?" Steph asks me.

I glance at the woman "....I have a long lost English relative to catch up with" I say simply.

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Hour twelve

I walk towards her door quickly. Damn this house his huge. I haven't been to England in years. I've missed it.

Suddenly the door swings open as a woman enters my sight.

"I'm sorry, I know its late-" I immediately apologize.

"Ten pm" she raises a brow.

"But are you Rebecca Osmund?" I immediately question.

"....Yes" she nods hesitantly "do I know you?"

"No" I shake my head slowly "but you knew my mother....Katherine Osmund Mills"

Suddenly her facial expression changes completely.

"I'm sorry i can't help you" she attempts the close the door.

"Please" I beg "I need answers...people's lives are at stake for goodness sake"

She's the only one who can tell me what connection Matthew had with my mum.

She shakes her head "I can't help you"

"they've taken everyone away from me Rebecca! My mother, my brother, my daughter, my friends! I need answers! The people around me are dropping like flies but you're still here" I cry through the small crack in the door, only a few inches wide, as my foot stands in between, making it unable to shut.

She furrows her brows "Isla?" The door swings open slowly.

I widen my eyes "yeah"

"Come in" she nods slowly.

"Thank You" I nod as entering her home.

"Osmund...meaning under God's protection...ironic right?" She raises a brow as we walk across her home.

We both than take a seat at her wooden kitchen table. Her whole home is rustic and extremely beautiful.

"How did you know Katherine?" I gulp nervously.

"She was my sister" she tells me as moving her long brown hair behind her ears.

"Older sister or younger?" I ask.

I don't know much about Katherine. Dad never really talked about her. All I know is that she was unable to have her own children which is why they hired Alexandria. Apparently Katherine was always working and my father felt as though she was a ghost.

"Neither" she half smiles "Katherine and I are twins....our mother died during labour....we were born in New York but my dad brought us back to England when we were kids to live in the Osmund family manor" she raises her arms and looks around her.

"Well it is a beautiful" I nod.

"I'll cut to the chase Isla" she starts "You want to know why every cop in New York is after you and your family, correct?"

I'm not going to ask how she immediately knows why I'm here.

"Yes" I nod.

"Look I'm not going to sugar coat this darling....Katherine moved to New York after college and became a cop.....where she got mixed up with some bad people" she starts.

"What kinda bad?" I force myself to ask.

"I'm not sure" she admits "she knew something that they didn't want anyone else to know so they killed her....they didn't know that she wrote it all down and kept the evidence"

That's why they're trying to kill me? Because of evidence that I didn't even know about that may put them away for life?

"Well where is it?" I question.

"I'm not sure" she shrugs.

I sigh. Well that's not much help.

"Well what can you tell me about Johnathan Banks?" I ask.

"FBI" she says simply "died from cancer not to long ago"

So she knows of him. Does she know his involvement in all this?

"What did he have to gain from all this?" I ask curiously.

"I'm not sure" she tells me.

Very helpful.

"Does the name Hank Sanders mean anything to you?" I sigh.

She has to know something about Hank? Maybe she can tell me where he is? Or may be where he might be?

She looks up at me and furrows her brows "...I never thought for a second that I would hear the name Hank Sanders come out of your mouth....you have intrigued me Isla....Why do you ask about Hank Sanders?" Rebecca questions.

She knows Hank. But how?

"He raised me after my parents were killed in a car accident....he was taken away by dirty cops ten years ago...I havent seen him since" I explain.

"Now this is getting interesting" she folds her arms "Hank Sanders, Johnathan Banks, Matthew Peterson, and Calvin Johnson....the smiling assassin's"

Calvin Johnson is Kyle's dad. Matthew Peterson is the dumb ass who is the reason why I'm suspended. Hank, the man who took me in. Johnathan, the man who destroyed my life.

My eyes widen "The what?"

"The men who will hug you with one hand...but than stab you with the other. They were the leaders of a crime syndicate." she starts "Katherine found out about them only about fourteen hours before she was killed"

Hank is one of the bad guys? I know he was involved with bad people but he ended up turning against them, which is why they sent a hitman to kill him.

"If Hank was one of the bad guys...." I trail off.

"He was one of the bad guys Isla....Hank went on the straight and narrow for a while till Johnathan hired a hitman to assassinate him" she explains.

But why? What did Hank and Katherine know?

"Why?" I sigh. "Why would Johnathan send someone to kill Hank if they were so damn close?"

"....because he loved fell for his target...Katherine was loyal to your father but even so, Hank couldn't kill her. Later on Hank grew to love his next target... and her daughter." she half smiles at me. "Johnathan didn't like that so he tried to kill him...the hitman got his son instead"

"How do you know all this?" I question.

"I was always the first one Katherine called when she discovered something-" she starts.

That's not what I meant.

"No" I shake my head "How do you know about me and my daughter....and Johnathan going after Hank?"

"Oh you naive girl" she laughs "I know things that the police are killing people over....don't you think that I would keep track of those who may potentially come for me?"

"If you knew about me and daughter why didn't you come for us?" I clench my jaw.

She could have saved us from all this.

"Fear I guess" she shrugs "I'm not going to pretend that I don't have regret Isla" she sighs ".....now I'm afraid it's time for you to leave...."

I sigh. I guess there's nothing else for me to know about.

I nod "Thank you for all your help"

I stand up and begin walking through her home.

"Isla" she calls. I stop in my tracks, and glance at the woman "the evidence....it might be at your family home in New York....come back tomorrow and I'll show you the letters your mother sent me"

I need to know what evidence they had against them. I know Rebecca probably doesn't know, but maybe Katherine's letters do.

I nod "I'll be here around eight"

With that I leave her home just as my phone begins buzzing from beside me.

"Have you completely lost the plot?" He cries.

"You took your sweet time calling me back" I start as walking down the side walk.

"You're a bloody plonker!" Harry tells me "Why the hell would you come back to England to meet some long lost family member?"

"I know why they're coming after me Harry" I start "....look I'll meet you at your place and tell you all about it"

"You're actually Bonkers!" He exclaims.

"See you then" I end the call.