Page 39 of The Asylum
“I’m just human, with some decency in me. I know what it’s like to be forgotten and ignored and considered unworthy of remembering. That won’t happen to these victims,” I promised.
“I believe you,” Maines said as his officers slowly moved forward, placed candles on the ground, and lit them. I wondered where they got them from before I saw Freddie handing them out. She must have planned a memorial, and this moment was perfect timing.The forensic anthropologists and everyone elsewho’d been working here joined them. The field was alight with candles of remembrance.
I knew that while The Asylum might continue to be haunted, a great many souls had found their justified rest and peace tonight. And for me, Callie Dixon, that’s what mattered the most.
Epilogue.
Callie
“We’ll not discuss illegal rocket launchers because of what you guys accomplished here this week,” Detective Maines stated with a smile. Relieved, I nodded. “Don’t bring Magic back to my state, though!”
“Deal. I don’t think I want Magic attending another investigation!” I replied.
“Can’t blame you. Thank you for the two journals you handed in. Having Sin authenticate them will go a long way. She worked hard,” Maines said.
“Authenticating them ensures that the powers that be couldn’t disappear them. Plus, the funding’s been authorised for the excavation to continue. Did you take the job offered to you?” I asked Maines.
The funding had been confirmed, and Grandma was waiting for an acceptance. She had also requested, at my urging, that Maines be in charge of the excavation. Already, individuals had attempted to close the excavations because of their links to those who’d harmed so many. With money behind her, Grandma wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m still considering it, but probably will. After the other night, I’m highly invested.”
I nodded. After Friday, Saturday had been peaceful, and Magic had been relegated to watching the monitors. Maines had ignored the explosions after we’d ensured Magic was locked down. Lucky for us.
“Where are you off to next?” Maines asked.
“We’re staying in the state but heading away from here. There are two places we’re investigating: one is the famous movie-based house, and the other is a cemetery. I can’t say their names because of secrecy,” I said.
Maines nodded. “If it involves blood dripping down the walls, a priest and flies, good luck.”
“Yeah! At least we’re not dealing with Magic this time.” I laughed.
“Thanks, Callie, for everything. Justice was avoided for decades in this place, but it’s happening now. You did great!”
“Look after yourself, detective!” I said and shook his hand. He walked back in the direction of the cemetery, and I headed to the tour bus. Pyro and Bunny had packed up, and Magic was already on his hog.
“Want a ride before we head home?” Magic asked Sunny, and he paused before nodding.
“Borrow my bike; it’s not a hog, but it’s cool,” Connor said, tossing Pyro the keys to his Indian.
“You don’t want to come?” Sunny asked Connor.
“Nah, you need to ride with your brothers. Go have some fun.”
Sunny looked at him gratefully, and the three of them headed out.
“That was kind,” I spoke to Connor, who shrugged.
“I know Sunny is a nomad, but he still needs that bond with his MC. Might be worth buying a second-hand Harley for his brothers to ride when they’re here,” Connor suggested.
That was a good idea.
“Come on, let’s get lunch ready for when they return,” Bunny said.
As I entered the tour bus, I heard a phone ringing. It was Sunny’s; he must have left it by accident. I picked it up when I saw it was Chance.
“Hey, Callie here. Sunny’s gone for a ride,” I greeted.
“Are you okay?” Chance asked, sounding subdued.
