Family Ties

Chapter 4

Molly couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. When she did pass out for a few minutes, she found herself jolting awake, gun in hand at the slightest sound. Daryl had taken the baby and had been staying at a hotel the past two nights. Molly refused to be scared out of her own home by a psychopath that could be her own child. She was hoping and praying that it wasn't. It was two a.m. before she finally got out of bed and went to her balcony. The light breeze from the soft rain cooled her warm skin down. Braves had offered her to stay in his guest room until this was sorted out, but she'd refused. There was no point in putting his life in danger as well. No matter where she went, she'd find her and would kill whoever was in her way if it meant causing more damage to Molly's already fragile psyche. Lighting cracked across the sky once, lighting up everything. Blinking a few times, Molly leaned forward, the raindrops running down her face. A shadowed figure, standing across the street, stared back at her. At least that's what she swore she saw. Again, the lightning lit up the sky, only to show her that the figure was gone. She was really losing it. Going back inside, she quickly got dressed and held her gun in one hand as she walked out her door. Looking both ways, she made her way down to where she'd parked her car, quickly getting inside.

Setting out, Molly drove towards the police station watching everything through blurred vision. Not only from the rain but from exhaustion as well. Glancing in her rear-view mirror, Molly could see a car driving not too far behind. Testing this, she took a turn that she normally wouldn't take. It would merely lead them in a circle back to the main road. Each turn she made, the dark car followed. Growling lowly, she drove until she reached the station and put the car in park. As she expected, the car followed her. Slowly, getting out of the car, Molly pointed her gun at the passenger and driver exiting the car. "Hands where i can see them..." she shouted, but the two didn't listen. "Drop the gun detective..." a strong voice spoke, the driver pointing his own weapon back at her. "Federal Agents...." the passenger added in. Lowering her gun slowly, the two stepped forward to show their badges. "Your partner called us, said you may need some extra protection..." So it had to be one of them that was standing outside her balcony earlier. "You should get some sleep Ms. Cooper..." Molly merely rolled her eyes, shoving her gun back inside its holster before heading inside with the two of them tagging along. Stripping her soaking wet jacket onto her chair, she sat down to see a manila envelope sitting on her desk. Her name was written in cursive and she could see the lab sticker on the top right corner of it. "I don't need protecting..." she said shaking her head, making a mental note to yell at Braves in the morning when everyone showed up.

Opening the envelope as she went to make a pot of coffee, she finally pieced everything together. On the page red one hit on her own DNA in the criminal database. Kyra Allison was her name at the moment from her current foster family, but her birth name was Kyra Cooper. A light-skinned girl with long-curly brown hair reaching her shoulders stared back at her. Her dark eyes were void of emotion in the mug shot. Her nose pierced and multiple earrings in her ears. "i was hoping i was wrong....guys...wake everyone up now...she's going to try and strike soon..." she said, holding up the information to the FEDs. Reading through the information on her daughter as she drank on her coffee, Molly couldn't believe this. Assault and Battery, theft, arson....you name it, Kyra had done it. All by the time she reached sixteen. She would be nearing eighteen now, and she was definitely the one in the video that they'd received. What had happened to her sweet little baby? She put her up for adoption because she wanted her to have a better life than she could give her.

As everyone filed in at nearly four A.m., they looked exhausted and cranky. "What have you got Cooper?..." the captain said. Molly merely handed him the sheet with all of Kyra's information. "My daughter....my first child is our killer...someone send units out to the East Side hotel, and put out an alert on her photo...anyone who sees her, do not engage, call the police..." she ordered before downing the rest of her coffee. As she did that, a message popped up on screen. "Well done...you've finally figured it out....it'll be a nice reunion, all the family together....meet me at the East Side hotel....i've been getting to know my little sister and step-dad very well...." Detective Coopers coffee cup hit the floor as she rushed up and headed towards the door. "Call a bus and send all available officers to the East Side hotel..." she said as she ran towards her car. As soon as she got in, her foot was on the gas pedal. The vehicle screeched out of the parking lot, followed by numerous sirens from the other police and medical vehicles following her. How did she give birth to a monster?