His brother had been dead for nearly three months, and still there was no sign as to who the killer was. The only thing he knew was that it had occurred somewhere between two and three in the morning, on Tuesday, July the 16th. He had filed reports in every police station in Montana, not to mention all the posters he had put up in store windows. Now, all he wanted to do was find the killer and go home. Home, in all its empty glory. Coril had been his only family ever since his parents had passed away four years previously. Now, he didn't even have his brother, because some idiot had decided to kill him.

He threw down the paper in disgust. "You idiots. You'll never find the killer unless you start interrogating the citizens in the surrounding area." He muttered, running a hand through his sandy blond hair. The phone at the wooden desk rang and Galen's hand shot down to pick it up.

"Inspector Faust speaking." He stated, hoping the call would give him more evidence.

"I have information regarding the murder of Coril Faust. Go to 1143 Amethyst Street." The line went dead, and Galen was left with the toning of his telephone. He hurried over to his closet and pulled out a long, gray overcoat and a black hat, then rushed out the door.

"Okay, now what?" he asked himself, as he shivered in the cold wind, waiting for his mysterious contact. He tugged the collar of his jacket up, wishing that he had brought something warmer. He heard a house door shut and turned to face the sound. Something slunk through the shadows, and he saw something that slightly resembled a woman, but it very well could have been a man. Once again, he wished he had brought a flashlight with him. His hand slid down to where his pistol was holstered. He took a firm grip on it, but did not load it. A flash of light caught his eye, and he saw the beam of a pen light scanning the area around him.

"Are you alone?" A surprisingly soft voice inquired. So, it was a woman. Good. He hated negotiating with men.

"Yes." He answered slowly. The woman deftly stepped out from the shadows, nervously glancing around.

"Good, because I don't want anyone else to see me." She replied, sounding as if she had a logical reason.

"Tell me what happened to my brother." He commanded, stepping away from his dark blue car. The woman made as if to step back, but stopped when she realized that he wasn't coming any closer.

"Would you like something to drink? You know, something to warm you up? It's awfully chilly out here." She asked, trying to side-step his statement. She shivered as a gust of cold wind blew through the night.

"You're stalling. Tell me now." He gruffly said, slowly bringing his gun out of the holster. Her eyes followed his movement, and he could tell that she did not trust him. The feeling's mutual, girl.

"Your brother and I were.friends. One night, he asked me to come over and meet someone-"

Galen cut her off. "And you got jealous, right? Decided that you could take control?" He was nearly yelling, and it made her flinch. Good. She's scared.

"No, it wasn't like that! When I got to his apartment, he was lying on the floor, dead! His 'friend' had left, by the looks of it. I was the one who called the ambulance. But, when I realized that they would think I was the killer, I got scared and left," She protested. Galen could see the fear and the pain in her eyes, and almost reached out to comfort her. No, she's probably bluffing. Don't trust her until you have cold, hard proof.

"How do you know my brother, anyway?" He inquired, placing his gun back in the holster. He could tell that she wasn't going to hurt him. The fear in her eyes softened, and she almost smiled.

"I met him when I was working at the 'Golden Lobster'. I was a waitress, okay?" She shivered again, and her arms reached up to rub her shoulders.

"Girl, you still haven't told me what I want." He stated gruffly. He was tired of being out in the cold. He was sick of the altitude making it hard for him to breathe. All in all, he was fed up with Montana.

"I've told you everything I know!" She protested, her face again filled with pain. She turned as if she was going to run, and Galen did not stop her. He sighed and got back into his car, slamming the door.

"Great! I learned absolutely nothing from the girl." He muttered, rubbing his temples. Yeah, but you could've been nicer to the kid. He hated it when his sensible half got the better of him. Funny, you probably aren't much older than her, genius.

Part Two.

"Rose, what do you want me to do? It has to stop, right now!" She whirled around and stood facing him, tears running down her face, and uttered the words he could not answer.

"Why now? After all we've been through, why now?"

He sunk into the couch and buried his head in his hands.

"Because, if he finds out, he's going to go bezerk!"

Bewilderment and anger crossed her face.

"Who? I all I ever hear is 'if he finds out, I'm going to be dead meat', and you've never told me why!"

He reached up and brushed away her tears with his thumbs and let his hands rest on her face.

"Please, just go. It will be better that way."

The words were echoing through her mind. That was one of the last things he had said to her, and she still didn't know who he was so afraid of. The man she had spoken to the night before resembled Coril, but it could have been her mind playing tricks on her. It could have been the light. It could have been a number of things, but the only fact that she knew was that she missed Coril terribly. She glanced over at her night-stand, where a picture of him rested. He looked so handsome in his black trench coat and slacks. She fell asleep, thinking of him.

She was running, running to find him, to take him back before she lost him. The rain was whipping through her hair and down her face, but it didn't stop her. She had to get there before he was gone. Her heart was pumping in her chest and she was breathing heavily. She ran up the steps and threw open the door without bothering to knock. She wrenched her coat off and threw it in the doorway and dashed into the living room. What she found nearly killed her. He was lying on the floor, a gun at his side. She dropped to his side and looked for his pulse. She could barely feel it. She listened for his breathing, and he was breathing shallowly. Then, it stopped. He was no longer breathing.

"No!" She cried, tears mixing with the rain on her face. She started to breathe into his lungs, all the while trying to remember exactly how to resuscitate someone. His eyes flickered open and he began breathing.


"No, don't talk! Just keep breathing!" She begged, taking his left hand. He reached up feebly with his right hand and brushed her face with his fingers.

"Goodbye, Rose. I love you."

The words repeated throughout her skull. Those, loving, yet dreaded words.

"NO!" Her cry echoed through the night.

She awoke, her cry coming forth from her lips. She looked around, and removed the blanket that had become twisted around her body during the night. Beads of sweat had settled on her forehead, and she brushed them away with the back of her hand. Slowly, she wandered around the bedroom until she found the light switch, and she flicked it on. She collapsed into a chair, tears brimming in her eyes. The dream had been coming back to her ever since Coril died, nearly three months before. As a child, she had wondered what her mother had meant by having a 'broken heart', but now the concept was very familiar to her. Her heart ached with the agony and pain that it had carried since that fateful night. She looked over at the digital alarm clock that rested on her dresser: 3:23 in the morning. She rose wearily from her chair and left her bedroom to look for a jacket. After finding a fleece-lined jacket, she quickly put it on and zipped it. Without bothering to put on socks, she pulled on an old pair of jogging shoes and tied them. The walk to the door was short, as she lived in an apartment. She quickly jogged down the winding stairs and ran down the street.

The site was closed off with yellow tape and poles, and a police officer guarded the house. She waited until he had gone past the doorway, then ducked under the tapes and tip-toed to the doorway. She waited a few seconds until she could no longer hear the officer's footsteps, then took her key ring out, selected a key and opened the door slowly and noiselessly. The dark house was untouched as far as she could tell, but other than a few things that had been wrapped in plastic. The house was deathly silent and she feared that if she made too much noise, the officer on patrol would find her and bring her in. She walked toward the living room, her whole body numb. She fumbled with a small picture that was hanging on the wall, and once she removed it, she laid it on the entertainment center. The wall behind the picture looked exactly the same, but she ran her fingers along the wall until she found what she was looking for: A concealed button. She pressed it and a small square, about five inches wide and three inches long, popped out of the wall. It was a safe. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the code. Her eyes flashed open and she looked at the date on the picture. 9/12/99. She turned the dial until she had successfully put in the code, and opened the door. The safe contained a few papers and an envelope. She tried to remember what Coril had told her. "Rose, if something happens to me, I want you to look for this," He had said, showing her where the safe was. She ignored the papers and reached for the envelope. Once she had it, she quickly opened it and read the letter.

"Rose, if you read this letter, know that my death was not

an accident. Although this is top secret information, you must know so that you can take this letter to the police. My life has been in danger for three years,

ever since my twin brother and I joined the FBI, and solved several very important cases. It has left us some very dangerous enemies. I have invited him

to visit, and he will be arriving tonight. I must close,

for I fear that I am being watched. I love you, forever

and always.

Coril M. Faust."

"What? Coril, an FBI agent? But, how on earth...?"