Last Girls Alive (Detective Katie Scott #4) - Jennifer Chase Page 0,13
makeshift camps. Not all those memories were traumatizing. She had been paired with Cisco and made friends there she would keep forever. They were all bonds that could never be broken. She was grateful that her uncle was able to call in some favors and coordinate Cisco’s release back to the US—as a hero dog after several tours and dozens, if not a hundred, of explosive finds. Katie had lost count.
Katie hurried to her bedroom and quickly changed into a comfy pair of pajamas. She was going to get to bed early tonight, because tomorrow was going to be a long day at work. There were so many things running through her mind that she just wanted to get sleep over and done with so she could get started.
A cold nose touched her hand; Cisco nuzzled her as if to tell her that he had missed her and wanted her to stay with him.
“Okay, let’s go outside.”
The dog padded along behind her to the sliding door leading to the backyard. She opened the door and Cisco dashed outside. The area had been specially fenced for him, to keep him safe and happy, but in a way that still allowed for the beauty of the rural setting to be enjoyed. Solid pine trees skirted the ten meandering acres, some even fifty feet tall. Mature lemon and orange trees grew along one side of the property along with two large walnut trees. In between were blooming bushes and flowers that had been planted originally by her parents—specifically her dad. He had loved the outdoors, and wanted to make his yard and surrounding property as bountiful with nature as possible. In her mind, he had succeeded. Once her childhood home, the house passed to her after her parents were killed in an accident when she was a teenager. Cisco and her uncle were her only family now.
Katie stood on the patio and took in the crisp air filling her lungs, allowing her to unwind—remembering fond times when she was young—playing and running around the acreage. She shivered slightly, but it helped her to focus on the moment instead of what had happened in the past. She watched as Cisco made his usual rounds of checking the fence and some interesting bushes, did his business, and finally returned to her inside the house.
Glancing at her watch, she had a few minutes before her 8 p.m. forty-five minute virtual session with Dr. Megan Carver. The psychologist had made special arrangements with Katie for online bi-monthly sessions. It was important to have the meetings on Mondays, per Dr. Carver’s instruction, due to the fact Katie’s anxiety was generally higher at the beginning of the week.
Katie opened the refrigerator and took out some cold chicken leftovers from the night before and quickly ate a piece. She would make something proper to eat after her session.
She moved to the living room, sat down on the couch, and opened her laptop. Feeling more relaxed with the comfort of being at home, she took a couple of deep breaths and keyed up the app to wait for Dr. Carver’s call. She tried to push the images of the victim out of her head, but the ominous carved letters glared back at her.
Cisco edged his way closer to Katie on the couch and tucked his body in tight next to her.
A high-pitch ringing sound emitted from the computer. On the screen, it read: Megan Carver, LCSW MFT. It was exactly 8 p.m.
Katie accepted the call and a window popped up showing a woman with dark brown hair loosely pulled back away from her face. She put her glasses on and smiled. “Hi, Katie,” she said.
Katie smiled. “Hi, Dr. Carver.”
“Are you ready?” the doctor said.
Katie nodded. “Yep.”
“Why don’t you start by telling me about your day today?”
Katie tensed. “Well, it was rather eventful.”
“What was the first thing that you did today after leaving the house?”
“Well, I went for a run with my partner McGaven.” She smiled. “He’s trying to lose a few pounds and asked me to run with him.”
Dr. Carver wrote down some notes that Katie couldn’t see. Looking back at the computer, she asked, “How were you feeling on your run?”
“Fine.”
“Did you experience any out of place feeling or strong emotions?”
“I don’t think so. I love running—it’s my way of creating time and space from everything else.”