A Sisters Justice: A Marishka Tanya Alexei Mystery: Chapter One

© 2009 by Michelle Kidwell.

Rewritten © 2018

“Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.” Paul Tournier.

Chapter One:

I was staring at the face of my dead sister. I would know that face anywhere.

I must be having break down, hallucinations from a long shift. I needed sleep.

The rain was coming down heavily, but I would know my sister even from a distance, even in the rain, even in the dark.

Marishka snap out of it, she was buried seventeen years ago.

Murdered because our Father had called a hit on her.

I made my way to see if this person who looked remarkably like my dead sister needed help. There was no way I could leave anyone alone on a night like this, and didn’t they know it could be dangerous after the sun went down? Even the most unassuming places held dark secrets. I knew that, I had lived that.

“Are you okay?” I asked, the stranger who looked even more and more like Ana, the sister we had buried seventeen years before.

I was met with silence, and I found myself wondering if she understood me.