As she guided her adored fuchsia machine around another curve in the road, Nevaeh let her warm hazel gaze survey her surroundings. The town hadn't changed much, though the memories the small brunette had of it were dim at best. She'd spent a summer or two here with her older half brother and his family of sorts, and the occasional Christmas vacation. Her father had been a prestigious man who boasted a high social status back in New York, and had been reluctant to let his 'baby girl' spend any extended amount of time on the opposite coast. She'd also gotten the feeling he never really approved of her older brother, either. None of that had mattered to her, though...she had liked the little mountain town, and all of her brother's friends. The lives they led had been so different from hers...she had often dreamed of coming to stay here for good to live in that kind of excitement. She had always had a wild streak...the polar opposite of her introverted brother. It had gotten her into plenty of trouble throughout her youth, but in Cascade, that rambunctious behavior made her fit right in.
As it turned out, a childhood dream was all it ever was, for her brother's friends had gotten busted for something illegal right before she was supposed to come to visit. She hadn't seen any of them since, so when she'd gotten a call a few days prior from a Memphis Raines, she'd been floored.
Somehow, she had managed to contain her behavior enough to get through college and score a good job in the forensic department for the NYPD. And dammit, she was good. Good enough, apparently, that word traveled. Memphis had told her that there was some problems back here and that her brother might be in trouble. That they all might, for that matter. He'd said he might be going out on a limb, but that she may be able to help. Even though she hadn't heard boo from her brother or the rest in a decade, she'd taken four weeks of pent up vacation time and hopped a plane, bound for the west coast.
Now, here she was, driving in a faintly familiar town, bound for the home of a brother she barely remembered. It was crazy, if you thought about it, but hell, family's family, right? She was about to pass the club when it caught her eye, and she hit the brakes. She did remember that place well...her brother and sister-in-law had owned it. Perhaps they still did? She pulled the dodge up and parked it. Even if Stanley wasn't here, she could use a drink before entering the unknown situation she'd found herself in.
After locking up the car, she started for the club. Her topaz gaze caught the appearance of the door and she arched a thin brow. Apparently, something had gone down here. Shrugging it off, she gracefully entered the club.
The atmosphere hadn't changed at all. It even smelled the same. She smiled faintly at some of the memories that came back, and moved toward the nearest available bar stool. She'd dressed casually for the drive, clad in shorts that showed off her creamy legs and form-fitting v-neck tee. Certainly not the attire of an esteemed forensic scientist, but hell, she was comfortable and not on the clock. She waved the bartender down, noting that it wasn't Angelina. She gave her drink order of a jack and coke, and turned to survey the club while she waited.
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