The sun was coming up. For the third night in a row Harry could not sleep. He didn’t know if it was because of the job, or he couldn’t get Brandy off his mind. Most likely, a little of both,
Harry loved being a homicide detective but mentally it takes its tool. Harry did a good job of handling it. He has his partner to lean on. Him and Bobby grew up on the same street and we’re best friends. Bobby kept him from falling apart after Harry respond to a body found behind the Playhouse. It turned out to be his high school girlfriend.
Tina was the only girl he loved. But he let her go so she could chase a dream. A dream she accomplished, and won a Tony Award for her portray of Sandy in Grease. Harry kept her senior picture in his wallet.
When he met Brandy, Harry had the same feeling he did when he met Tina; stomach tied in knots and his head spinning. Of all women, it had to be Bobby’s half-sister. Why?
Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue it, let alone tell Bobby that he might be in love with his sister. How do you have that conversation?
Bobby didn’t even know he had a sister untill Brandy showed up at the station last month, after being raised by Bobby’s great aunt in Wisconsin. For all anybody knew Brandy could be running from something. Or worse, not who she said she was.
Harry wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who jumped into something, but he couldn’t deny his feelings. He looked at the clock hoping Bobby didn’t sleep late on his day off and picked up the phone.