All Chapters of KATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eddie’s POV For some reasons, I felt shy as all my friends were now looking at me. With boldness, I pulled up Kayla from where she was seated and proposed to her. She accepted. Kayla’s POV From the time we went for hunting, Eddie has been looking at me differently. I felt pleasant about it. After the games he cleared his throat. My heart beats increased, I was shaking all over, he then pulled me and knelt down with one knee. “Kayla Winston, will you marry me?” he asked. I couldn’t resist that charm and intensity of looks. “Yes Eddie, I will marry you,” I said amidst tears. All of our friends we laughing and very happy for me. Kate’s POV After the proposal, all of us were ecstatic, these are the type of people I need in my life. They are the best. I saw the light dimly lit Emma’s face as he was laughing and clapping. I know then that I have completely fallen for Emma Well. Emily’s POV This was the best va

Sheriff Morgan’s POVI have been a detective for over twenty years, but I have never imagined Smith to be that kind of person.“Smith Connor?” I asked to be sure of what I just discovered. Not just me everyone were stunned by this piece of information.Vin’s POVSo Smith is the boss we have been looking for, this is quite unbelievable. “We don’t even have evidence,” I said anxiously.“Sure, we do” said agent Tom. “Albert have prepared all the things needed.” “Why did he not convict him?” I askedKate’s POVThis is insane, Smith is more like a father to me. To the best of my knowledge he is one of the most important people in Albert’s life.I cried for a long time, for some reasons I have always felt an eerie atmosphere back in the day at Smith’s bar. “Albert died for this, trying to protect you, what of me?” I kept asking

Sheriff Morgan’s POVFor what it’s worth, this day I will add another batch of honour to my long lasting career.I kept pacing in my house, throughout the evening as I prepare for the raid. The questions on my mind were many.Smith has been a close friend, he is also Albert’s uncle. What could be his connection to the drug dealers and the death of Albert?Anyway, he thought we will find out by tomorrow. We have planned for the arrest to be simple and efficient.Emma’s POVI was the first person to arrive at the designated location. I was looking as cool as possible. But in my mind I was nervous. The fear of the unknown is the greatest part of our job.Few minutes later, Kayla, Vin, agent Tom and sheriff Morgan arrived.“What of Lynn?” I asked Vin. “I don’t want her to be in danger” he explained.Luckily for us the bar was empty unlike before except for the two guys wh

Kayla’s POV “Maybe Melissa have heard the news and decided to clear her head before coming back. We have to give her some time,” I said as a matter of fact. For me I have not gotten over the horror of the shoot out and the pool of blood I was immersed in. For what it’s worth we all need to rest tonight. Chris’ POV I woke up to find myself handcuffed to the bed. I saw the silhouette of two officers guarding the door to my room. “Chris, look what you have done to yourself. From a petty thief to a full blown criminal.” I thought to myself. Then I started reminiscing about the shoot out. I then discovered that Smith used me as a cover. The same thing he did with Max. “Psycho!” I cursed under my breath. At least the television was on. The news I heard shocked me. “Around 6:40pm this evening, the police identified the culprit for the murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney and Mary Adele White. The culprit is a middl

Mrs Stewart’s POV This Kate bears a striking resemblance to Kennedy. Well maybe my mind is playing games on me, I concluded with a sigh of resignation. Emma’s POV I was about to ask another question, then I saw Kate coming to the parlour. I kept my mouth shut. We quickly changed to another topic. “Hope you like the room?” I asked her. “It is great,” she answered. Kate’s POV “I like that painting hanging by the door way,” I complimented. “Thank you dear,” Mrs Stewart said coyly. I quickly swallowed my next question about the painting. I knew she doesn’t want to discuss about it. For a moment, I think I remembered Mr Stewart’s name: Charles. I felt a prompting to do that. I was battling in my mind whether to call him or not to call. What if I am wrong? I would look like a complete idiot. Finally I summoned the courage… “Uncle Charles?” I called doubting myself. Everybody in the dinning room turned towards