Stealing Kat

My name is Katrina, though most people just call me Kat. I live with my lesbian husband, Carol, and another lesbian couple, Brynn and Jenny. We’re all in our thirties, though Brynn is about to crack her forties. Although only Jenny is from here, we live in the freezing-cold city of Anchorage, Alaska. I hate just about everything it has to offer, including the endless sunshine and endless darkness, depending on the time of year, although we do plan to move to a warmer climate someday. The only thing I’ll miss is that the cold is an extra excuse to really snuggle up together at night. I suppose it’s also better for sleeping and working out. I’m a police sketch artist turned paid psychic. Fortunately, as law enforcement began to rely more on computers and technology to render composite drawings instead of humans, my department saw more and more that I had a way of knowing the unknown. Carol is a homicide detective, and Brynn is a sniper with the FBI. She does other things when she’s not on an actual call. State law enforcement, the FBI, and U.S. Marshals often work out of the same precinct. Jenny is the only one who isn’t in law enforcement, and that may be a good thing given her flaky, not-so-quick-to-catch-on personality. She’s a sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, but law enforcement just isn’t her place. Instead, she is a veterinary assistant and damn good at it, too. I met Brynn before I met Carol, and I can’t say that we were exactly off to a good start. I was in a different department than what I was used to, and accidentally started toward an unauthorized area when I heard someone shouting behind me. I turned to face the tall, slender, blue-eyed woman with shoulder-length sandy hair and immediately liked what I saw despite her intimidating overall demeanor. She wore an army-green T-shirt with khaki utility pants. “Relax,” I said. “You don’t have to bite my head off. I’m not familiar with this area, and I’ve been sent to find Agent Welch and give her some documents.” “I’m Welch. And you are?” “Katrina Holloway. You can just call me Kat.” “Okay, Kat. I’m Brynn to you.” She took the documents from my hand. Since it was lunchtime, I asked her if she wanted to accompany me down to the cafeteria when a male officer called out to her from down the hall. Ignoring me, she took off in his direction.