Carrick PoV: Election Day


For the first time in months, I haven’t started my day in the campaign office Christian has leased my team inside his towering skyscraper downtown. Instead, I’m in my kitchen, enjoying the cup of coffee my wife has poured for me, staring out at the black water of Lake Washington beneath the dark gray clouds that will likely bring rain by the afternoon. This could be it. All that is left for me. Or, today could change my life and the lives of everyone I love forever.

It’s election day.  The polls open in thirty-five minutes and then it’s all in the voter’s hands. Months and months of tireless work all comes down to this.

I have to win. Not for pride or glory, but for my daughter-in-law, who was so terrified of her own home after what the man I used to consider my best friend had done to her that she still hasn’t been able to go back. For my son, who has lost all trust in everyone around him he doesn’t consider family. For the dozens of people who lost everything they owned in the apartment fire set as a diversion to give a mad man time to kidnap Anastasia and get out of the city before the police could arrive. For the people who are still out there and who may have cause to come after Christian and his family again.

I have to win.

I take another long drink of coffee to drown out the warning Grace has given me over and over again, which now echoes through my mind.

You can’t do this just to get revenge for Christian. This is a real job. If you’re elected, people will be depending on you.

I know this. I know that what I’m setting out to do isn’t just a free power grab into the inner workings of the government. I’m going to be mayor of the largest metropolis in the Pacific Northwest. There are well over a half a million people in this city. People who will depend on my leadership, to ensure good policy is being made that encourages economic growth and provides sustainable jobs. That protections are put in place for the small businesses competing against the giant conglomerates that have moved in and caused an unprecedented population boom since the early 2000s. We need direction to deal with the housing crisis and the overwhelming problems of poverty and homelessness that plague this great city.

I’m going to do all of those things. I understand the commitment and I’m going to dedicate myself to being the best public servant for this city that I can. But I am also going to make sure that everyone who is responsible for what happened to my son, or who had a role in covering up what was done, is going to face real and serious consequences.

“Ready, dear?”

I turn and see Grace coming into the kitchen behind me, hooking an earring through her ear as she moves to her purse on the counter. She looks stunning. Exactly the way this city’s first lady should look.

I can’t express how important and valuable her support has been to me over the past few months. She hasn’t missed one rally, one debate, or one fundraiser. She’s answered phones, she’s overseen the production of pamphlets and advertising signs, she even did an interview last week with the KIRO 2 news team about “the man behind the campaign.” And, through all of this, she hasn’t missed even one appointment with any of her patients. She’s spent every Wednesday afternoon with Calliope while Christian and Ana went to therapy together. She hasn’t missed a beat, and for all the love I’ve always held for this woman over thirty years of marriage, I have never admired her more.

“You look beautiful this morning, sweetheart.”

She smiles. “Thank you, dear. I’m guessing there will be press there to cover you casting your vote so I thought I should put in a little extra effort this morning. Ana called. She and Christian are heading to the polling place first thing this morning and she’s in a panic because she can’t find that outfit we bought for Calliope last week. It’s no wonder with the mountains of clothes that baby has. She’s going to outgrow most of them before she even gets a chance to try them on.”

“Haven’t we bought most of those clothes?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, and she smiles again.

“So I like to spoil my only grandchild. Sue me. I don’t know why she’s making such a fuss anyway, she might as well dress her in her pj’s and mismatched socks. Christian won’t let anyone with a camera near that baby.”

“Do you blame him?”

Her smile falters and she plays with the strap on her purse to buy time so she can decide how or if she should say what she wants to next. “You don’t really think there’s still someone after them do you?”

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “But if I win today, I’m going to find out.”


“I know, I know. It’s not just for them.” I move across the kitchen and place a finger beneath her chin, giving her a sly kind of smile. “I also just really like the sound of Mayor Grey.”

“Well, then you better get downtown and vote. Come on, if we hurry we might be able to beat the morning traffic and catch Christian and Ana at the polls.”


It’s a madhouse in downtown Seattle between the morning commuters trying to get to work and the thousands of people pouring in from all over the city to cast their ballots. It takes us nearly an hour to find parking, but as we come up the long walkway to the courthouse we see Ana and Christian standing at the top of the stairs in front of a crowd of reporters. It looks as though Christian is answering questions while Ana hovers uneasily behind him, holding a swaddled Calliope in her arms.

“Ah, here he is!” Christian says brightly, motioning to Grace and I as we climb the steps. There’s a new wave of commotion as the cameras turn on us and we wade through the dozens of questions being asked. Grace pays attention to none of it. Her eyes are set only on her pride and joy. Her granddaughter.

“How has she been this morning?” she asks, and Ana lets out a heavy sigh.

“Fussy. She’s not used to this kind of commotion and I think she’s starting to reverse cycle with Christian at work all day and me trying to finish this book… She had me up all last night and now she’s exhausted.”

“Well she just needs a little nappie,” Grace coos into the blanket. “Tell you what, I’ll take her and give you a little break this afternoon.”

“Actually, we were hoping you’d spend the day at our house,” Christian says. “Kate and Elliot are coming over after their appointment this morning. They’re finding out the gender today.”

“Today? That was today?” Grace asks, panicked.

“Well, it was supposed to be at the end of the week,” Ana says. “But Kate thought maybe having a little family time this afternoon and focusing on the new baby might make it a little more bearable until we get the results of the vote this evening.”

“You’re not working, son?”

“Not today. Today’s about you, Dad.”

I smile and clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Christian. We’d love to come. Just let me go do this thing and we’ll meet you at home.”

He nods and reaches for Ana, but she’s having a hard time getting away from Grace.

“We’ll see you soon, angel. Grandma loves you. Yes she does. Yes she does.”

“Okay, Grace,” I say, taking hold of her elbow and moving her back away from our granddaughter. “The sooner we let them leave, the sooner the baby gets a nap.”

She frowns but lets me lead her away, and after we wave goodbye to Christian and Ana, we’re followed into the courthouse by the the continuous flash of cameras behind us.

I’ve practiced law in this city for nearly twenty years. The King County courthouse is a building I know by heart. But today, when I walk through the doors, it feels different than any of the million times I’ve done it before. I can feel the momentous weight of what I’m about to do and it leaves me confuddled in a strange mix of pride and fear. I think I have a real chance at winning this thing, but the task just on the other side of victory is intimidating.

“Good luck,” Grace says as she steps through the curtain into the booth where she’ll cast her vote. I smile at her one last time, and then follow her lead into the stall next to her. There’s a table there for me to place my ballot on, and when I open the folder and see my name on the sheet in front of me, my ears heat.



⃣   Carrick Grey (I)


With a deep breath, I take my pen and punch through the checkbox by my name, taking a second to revel in the joy of the moment, and then quickly move down the list of other open offices and marking the boxes next to the names of the people I want to work with. It takes only a few minutes, but it’s the culmination of months of anticipation and when I step out of the voting booth, the fear dwindles enough that, for just a brief shining moment, I can bask in the unbridaled sense of pride.

“I voted for the other guy,” Grace says. “You know, so I wouldn’t seem biased.”

I laugh. “How long have you been planning that line?”

“Since September. And in my mind you were much more incensed.”

“Well how dare you!” I exclaim, then lean over to kiss her cheek. “Let’s go. We’ve got another grandbaby to celebrate today.”


Christian and Ana have the news on when we get to their house but, for the most part, it’s ignored. Ana has Calliope on her play mat, surrounded by all her favorite toys, and the four of us spend a good part of the morning completely engrossed in her tiny feet kicking with joy every time she’s able to wrap her little fingers around something. For the first time in a long time, Christian and I talk about things other than the election: fishing trips we hope to take, plans he has for business, and the new Bugatti Veyron model that was revealed for 2012. Ana and I discuss the Seahawks dismal 2-5 start this year and how desperately we need to find a decent quarterback in the draft next year.

“Honestly at this point we should throw the rest of the season,” she says furiously. “Take the losses now for better draft picks next year. I swear to god, I couldn’t talk to Bob for a week after the Steelers blew us out in week two.”

I laugh at the angry pink tint that colors her cheeks and then try to steer her away from football to a less touchy subject. But, when I ask her how Ray is doing she simply narrows her eyes at me and says, “He’s just as pissed about the Seahawks as I am.”

Even Christian laughs this time, but it’s short lived as we’re interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. We all turn to look towards the front of the house as Taylor moves to the entrance hall to answer the door, but it’s not immediately apparent who has arrived once he lets them in because the first thing we see coming into the living room is a pair of nondescript legs holding a giant box.

“Ana?” Kate calls.

“In here.”

The box slips about a foot to reveal Elliot, and he glances between each of us until his eyes land on Christian. “Where can I leave this?”

“What…is it?” Christian asks.

“We got it from a party supply store,” Kate explains. “We had the doctor put the gender in an envelope, so even we don’t know. When we open the box, either pink or blue balloons will be released and we’ll all find out together.”

“Well, open it, for god’s sake!” Grace exclaims.

“Don’t you think we should wait for Mia to get here?”

“No,” Ana says.

Kate laughs and turns to Elliot. “Just go put it on the dining room table until we’re ready.”

“We’re ready!” Grace argues, but Elliot just laughs at his mother’s impatience, then kisses Kate on the cheek before heading into the dining room. Once he’s gone, Kate crosses the room and plops down on the sofa next to Ana.

“Check it out, I’m officially a Grey.” She reaches into her purse for her wallet, then pulls out her driver’s license, beaming as she hands it to her. “I just got it yesterday.”

“Oh, how unorthodox. Changing your name before you get married.” Ana gives Kate a hard look, which makes her roll her eyes.

“When are you going to forgive me?”

“When you have a real wedding that you invite me to.”

“It’s not like I purposely kept just you out, no one was invited. That’s kind of the point of eloping.”

“I did not give you permission to elope!”

“I didn’t ask!”

It was only two days after Kate and Elliot’s surprise engagement and subsequent pregnancy announcement that we all got the early morning phone call telling us they’d taken a late flight to Vegas and gotten married the night before. Grace was furious and while Ana was excited and happy for them over the phone, Christian later told me that, after the reality had sunk in and she realized that she wasn’t at Kate’s wedding, she cried. Clearly, she’s still upset. Personally, I half expected something like this. After what happened to Christian with Carla, Elliot was insistent that they be married before the baby was born, just in case. And between their jobs, the election, and the energy being poured into building their new house, there was no way they were going to have time to plan a wedding. They’re both very spontaneous kids, I think it’s fitting. I suppose that I wish, in hindsight, that we would have at least gotten a phone call to give us the opportunity to come, but they both seem truly happy. At the end of the day, that’s all I really care about. And hurt feelings aside, I have another daughter now.

Ana lets out an angry huff and crosses her arms over her chest. “We swore we were going to have the other as Maid of Honor when we got married. You got to be mine, and I would have gone to Vegas if you would have just called me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry that you didn’t get to be my Maid of Honor, but doesn’t the fact that we’re really and truly sisters now make up for it, just a little bit?”

Kate’s lower lip juts out and she gives Ana her best puppy dog look, and while Ana tries to keep up her indignant front, eventually, she can’t stop herself from smiling.

“Okay, fine. But, to make it up to me, I better get to be in the delivery room with you when you give birth.”

“You’ll have to fight me for that,” Elliot says, coming into the room and bending over the sofa to kiss Ana on the forehead, then slumping down onto the floor at Kate’s feet. Ana glares at him.

“She has two hands. You can hold one, I can hold the other.”

“Um, do I get a say in this?” Kate asks.

“No,” Elliot and Ana respond together, and as the two of them laugh, she rolls her eyes.

“Well, as long as we’re all on the same page, I guess…”

“Are we really not going to open that box?” Grace asks, and it’s clear by the frustration in her voice that she has been fuming about this from the moment Kate asked Elliot to take it into the other room. “The answer to whether or not I’m having my first grandson or my second granddaughter is fifty feet away from me, and you’re all just sitting here like it doesn’t even matter.”

“It won’t be much longer, Grace,” I tell her. “It’s nearly three. School is out, I’m sure Mia is on her way.”

Her eyes move to the giant clock over the fireplace, and she frowns. “I swear to god if that girl isn’t here in twenty minutes, she’s grounded forever.”

A low cry comes from the baby monitor in Ana’s hand, and quickly grows into a loud shriek, but as she gets off the couch to go get Calliope from the nursery, Grace stands and holds out a hand to stop her.

“I’ll get her. If you’re going to withhold one grandchild from me I may as well attend to the other.”

With a very dramatic flair, Grace leaves the living room and heads off to Calliope’s room, while Ana settles back into the couch and lifts her legs up and over Christian’s knee. He looks over at her and she smiles. “Kate’s baby is still in-utero and Callie is already competing for all the attention.”

“Of course she is,” Elliot says. “She’s Christian’s kid, through and through.”

Christian raises an eyebrow. “Well, let’s hope for your kid’s sake, they take after Kate.”

He waits a moment for Elliot’s incensed reaction, but it doesn’t come. Instead, my oldest son looks back at his brother and nods solemnly.

“Preach, brother. Preach.”


A half hour passes and Grace has returned with Calliope, who she feeds in the oversized cream lounge chair by the back window. The rest of us watch the news for any election updates, but it’s really too early for any news coverage, except the occasional check in with the reporters at the polls. I focus mainly on the number of people I can see behind her. The key to me winning is successfully getting the disenfranchised voters to the polls, and that very obstacle has killed every candidate who has run against him in the last three election cycles.

We’re watching an interview with someone fresh out of the voting booth when the doorbell rings and a few seconds later, Mia’s voice echoes through the entrance hall towards us.


“In here, Meems,” he replies.

Mia hurries into the living room and her eyes zero in on the TV with excited expectation. “What are they saying?”

“Too early to tell,” Elliot answers.

She frowns. “Well, Tibby is eighteen, so she’s voting for you. So is her dad. I asked every single one of my teachers today and Mr. Randall, Mrs. Janisek, and Mr. Polansky are all voting for you too. Mrs. Aldey told me that wasn’t a polite thing to ask someone, so she’s probably not.”

“You shouldn’t be harassing your teachers, Mia,” I chide her, but she shrugs.

“Some kids badger them about recommendation letters for college, some kids hassle them into voting for their father for Mayor. They’re teachers. They’ve seen it all.”

“Speaking of which,” Christian interrupts. “Have you applied to Juilliard, yet? Housing in New York is not easy to find and if we’re going to get you a suitable apartment anywhere near campus, we need to start looking very soon.”

“I’m… working on it.”

“Well, work a little harder. I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself.”

Mia swallows, then nods, but Grace can’t contain herself any longer to even allow her daughter the chance to set her school things down and settle in with the rest of the family.

“Okay, okay. Baby time!”

We all turn to Kate, and her face breaks into a huge, mega-watt smile. “Okay, go get the box, Elliot.”

“Alright,” he says. “But to reiterate, I’m not lifting a finger to help out with the baby unless it’s a boy. Prepare yourself for that.”

“Last call for bets,” I add. “Ana, you want in the pool?”

“I’m going with girl,” she says. “Mostly because if I say boy, Kate will consider it the highest level of betrayal.”

“Truth,” Kate agrees with a laugh. “This baby and Callie are going to grow up so close people will think they’re sisters instead of cousins.”

“Well, one of you needs to have a boy,” I argue. “If you all have girls, who will carry on the Grey name?”

“Calliope,” Christian says. “She’s never going to have any kind of romantic interest in men so she’ll be a Grey forever, and when she inevitably adopts or finds a very highly qualified sperm donor so she can have children of her own, they’ll be named Grey too.”

Ana laughs. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but I’ve seen Callie with me, Kate, and your mom, and I’ve seen Callie with you, Elliot, and my dad. That girl is already boy crazy.”

“You shut your mouth.”

We all laugh but the sound is quickly cut off by Grace. “Gender! Focus!”

Elliot groans as he gets off the floor and moves into the dining room with a light, brisk pace to retrieve the box. When he returns, Christian moves the coffee table out of the way so they can place the oversized box in the middle of the room, and we all gather around Kate and Elliot with our phones out.

“Okay, I’m recording,” Ana says. “Open it!”

Kate nods and squeals nervously, but stops before her scissors touch the tape sealing the box closed. “But what if it’s a boy?”

“Good!” Christian calls. I turn to look at him, and smile at the genuine look of excitement in his eyes.

This is it. One of those perfect moments where my entire family is together and blissfully happy. Before Kate slices through the tape at the top of the box, I take just a moment to take a mental snapshot so that I remember this moment forever.

“Okay,” Kate says, bracing herself. She takes the scissors and forces the tip down through the clear tape, then drags the blade across the top of the box. Once it’s cut open, she and Elliot each take one of the cardboard flaps in their hand and look anxiously into each other’s eyes.

“One,” Kate begins.

“Two,” Elliot continues.

“Three!” We all yell in unison as Kate and Elliot pull back the lid and a steady stream of pink balloons float up into the air.

“It’s a girl!” Kate screams and she practically leaps at Elliot, who blinks a few times in shock and then begins beaming just as brightly as his new bride. They hold each other tightly, swaying back and forth as they hug. When Kate finally pulls away, she cups either side of Elliot’s face and says, “A girl! Ah, you have such good sperm.”

He laughs. “Thanks, babe.”

“Katie!” Ana comes around the box and envelopes Kate in a tight hug. They both start to cry and make very quick plans for everything they want their daughters to share. Christian comes around to Elliot and grips his shoulder.

“Well, when they’re teenagers, we can drink together.”

“Hear, hear.” Elliot says, and Christian pulls him into a one armed hug.

“Congratulations, Elliot.”

“Thanks, brother.”


The celebration, hugs, and general merriment continue well into dinner, which is the only time we have pried ourselves away from the television since this morning. As we sit around Christian and Anastasia’s dining room table together, looking at the ultrasound pictures the doctor put in with the gender reveal and talking about names together, the election results seems to matter very little. For the first time in a long time, I look across the table at Ana and see the young, happy, carefree girl we all grew to love. Not the broken, hollow person who tries but can never hide the constant, unshakable fear behind her eyes. Next to her, Christian holds his daughter in his arms and laughs with his brother just a freely as he did a few months ago. I’ve worried for months that we may have lost this part of them, but tonight is like a glimmer of hope.

Maybe I won’t win.

Maybe I won’t be able to make this right for them.

But, maybe if we stick together as a family, it’ll still be okay.

“Mr. Grey,” Taylor says, entering the dining room with an urgent kind of seriousness that contradicts the lackadaisical atmosphere all around us. “The polls have closed. They’re counting the ballots now.”

Every pair of eyes around the table turn to me, and I take a deep breath to hide the sudden wave of nausea that washes through me. It’s funny how, in moments like these, when things are final and there’s absolutely nothing more you could do, your mind suddenly begins racing through every one of your shortcomings. I hadn’t felt very nervous today until this moment, and under everyone’s persistent gaze I find myself asking if what I did was enough. If I lose tonight, is it because I didn’t fight hard enough?

“Well, we should… get back into the living room,” I tell my family, and rather than a murmur of agreement, I’m met with the steady clink of silverware against china and the sound of chairs scraping against the stone floor.

Everyone’s nerves are palpable as we move back to our places in front of the TV. Ana takes Calliope and as she returns to the sofa, and Christian wraps both of them in his arms. Kate pulls Elliot up onto the couch with her, half-sitting on him as she stares anxiously at the news coverage, and Grace pulls a chair from across the room so she can sit next to me and take my hand. Mia settles down on the floor and twists one arm around my calf while resting her head against my knee. I gently brush through her hair with my fingertips, squeeze my wife’s hand, and then focus all of my attention to the news reporters on the TV.

The wait is agony. Numbers trickle in slowly, and at first, they’re not promising.

“This is bullshit,” Elliot says when my opponent jumps to a nineteen point lead within the first hour. “His approval ratings have been garbage for years. Why would anyone vote for him?”

“Name recognition,” Ana says. “They just vote for the name on the ballot they know and move on.”

“Well, it’s not like Grey is an unrecognizable name,” Kate argues.

“There’s still a lot of votes left to count,” Christian says, then turns to look at me. “We’re still in this.”

I nod, give him a tight smile, and redirect my attention to the freshly updated numbers.

Twenty point lead.

As we listen to the commentary and the different reports from the polling centers, Grace starts to grip my hand so tightly, my fingers go numb. Still, I don’t shake her off. I’m too focused on the TV to care about anything else right now. No one talks. No one even coughs. The room is dead silent until 09:30 p.m. rolls around, and the numbers are updated again.

One point lead.

“Yes!” Elliot shouts, punching the air. “We’re gaining on him. You’ve got this, Dad!”

I let out a long, arduous breath. “We’re still behind.”

“Not for long,” Christian says. “Elliot’s right. You’ve got this.”

The footage on the screen changes from a machine being used to sort and count ballots downtown, to a replay of an interview we watched earlier about the new emphasis on local government because of dissatisfaction with federal level politics. But, as the segment changes back to the main anchor, an ominous kind of bell sounds and the screen is plastered with a breaking news bulletin. When they return to the news studio, the woman sitting behind the desk looks somber and it has my heart beating in my throat.

“For the first time this evening, Mayoral candidate Carrick Grey has taken the lead, pulling ahead of the mayor by twelve points with sixty percent of the precincts reporting in. Mr. Grey has taken key battle ground neighborhoods who have traditionally carried the current mayor in years past.”

“Daddy!” Mia shouts, jumping to her feet in excitement.

“And he takes the lead!” Elliot cries.

I stare at the numbers printed on the screen and feel slightly winded. There it is, I’m winning, and with only the precincts I’d polled the highest in left to report. Twenty minutes pass and my twelve point lead jumps to eighteen, and ten minutes after that, twenty three.

“And, I’m hearing from our polling experts that the mayoral race has been called,” the reporter says, just before eleven. “With 98% of precincts reporting, Carrick Grey will become the Mayor of Seattle come January 1st.”

“You did it!” Mia screams. She jumps all around the living room, overwhelmed by adrenaline and excitement, while Grace gets out of her seat to pull me into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, darling. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Congratulations, Carrick!” Kate squeals, pushing into my embrace the moment I release my wife. “Oh my god, you’re going to be president someday.”

“Oh, lord help me,” I reply with a smile, before kissing her softly on the cheek.

“Dude, though…” Elliot interjects. “I think this is proof we could slay a national election. Dad could be President, Mom could be the Surgeon General, Christian could be like… Chief of Staff, Kate will be the Press Secretary, Ana will write all of your speeches, and I could be your advisor on Information Technology, or Digital Strategy… Oh! Or like, an ambassador. I want a warm country though, like Madagascar or Equador. I don’t want to be the ambassador to Antarctica.”

“First of all,” Christian says dryly. “Antarctica is a continent, not a country. Second, there is no ambassador to Antarctica.”

“Well, it looks like the plan is perfect then, Christian. I won’t even have to put someone out of a job.”

“Really? And what makes you think you’re qualified to be an ambassador?”

“I’m a really good time. Say we’re about to go to war with someone, right? Dad just sends me over there, I take them out, we party hard, have some laughs… then the next morning they’re like, ‘War? Nah, America’s chill’.”

We all stare blankly at him for several long seconds until Kate bursts into a fit of giggles. Christian shakes his head in dismay.

“I hate so much about what you choose to be.”

“Will you two shut up?” Ana interjects. “Your dad just became the mayor, this is so not about you right now.”

“Thank you, Ana.” She comes forward and gives me a hug, but I don’t release her when she pulls away. Instead, I tuck her under my arm, pull Mia and Kate back into me, and then bask of glow of victory. My picture is on the TV, next to my opponent, highlighted with my polling numbers and the word winner across the bottom.

I’ve won.

After months of long nights and hard work, I’ve won.

Book Four: The Final Shade of Fifty

29 thoughts on “Carrick PoV: Election Day

  1. Loved it! However I am overanalyzing lots of lines out of this thinking it’s some kind of clue for Final. Just like with the Ros comment during the bachelor party.
    Will you start posting Final on Monday?

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  2. Great chapter – except as a resident of Bellevue he couldn’t run for mayor of Seattle and everyone votes in local precincts according to their address, but hey, all good – it’s fiction, right? 🙂


    1. Yeah, this is what happens when you have to write a fourth story that you didn’t plan. LOL. It is important for the story though that carrick is mayor, so maybe Christian sold him Escala to make him a resident or maybe he has property in Seattle that we just don’t know about because it’s not his Story. I don’t know lol

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      1. Idea: He and Grace bought an apartment when they moved to Seattle because they hadn’t found a house yet/ the house needed renovations and it was going to take a while. So they invested in the apartment and just kept it. Maybe Grace would use it after a particularly long shift at the hospital or he did when he had a tough case.
        That way if there’s a stipulation on how long you have to be a resident it’s covered.


  3. OMG, this was so sweet. Love it. Carrick deserved this win. After everything he had been through, and everything Christian and Ana went through. Now it’s time to get the corrupt people out of the way. Elliot is hilarious 😀 …will Carrick ever find out that Kate saved his life? Great POV.


      1. Nooooo! No thoughts on what Stephen was thinking when he bit the dusk? Elena, Gia, Leila? Would have loved to know what they were thinking. Oh well, c’est la vie


  4. Loved it. It shows already the conflicting interests competing for Carrick’s time, and he isn’t even mayor yet. We KNOW he took the job to go after the people that helped cover-up Andrew’s (and Gia’s) extensive murders. (I mean, when even Andrew was fussing at Gia for being out-of-control, there must have been many OTHERS in Seattle facing execution at her hands. And ALL that got covered up. Plus, Ana gave the police the description of the car Leila was trying to escape in, so it may have been them that secured Leila for Andrew.)

    So there are a LOT of crimes covered up by government officials. AND they won’t like Carrick being in a position to keep an eye on them. PLUS, if Carrick devotes his time to past corruption, what happens to present issues? So there is MULTIPLE things for Book 4 to cover.

    Interesting about Elliot and Kate already being married. Again, you see how Elliot was affected by all that happened with Christian and Ana (AND Carla), so he wanted to be married BEFORE his child could be born.

    Lastly, once again, Mia has things going on that are getting largely ignored. After EVERYTHING she was willing to do for Elena in order to get money for school, WHAT is going on now in regards to Juilliard? Has she applied at all? WHY is she stalling on the housing issue? Has she changed her mind? Did she fail to get in?

    After everything that has happened, Mia may just not want to go so far away from home right now. However, you would think she would just SAY that. Plus, for all we know, Mia could have still OTHER reasons for wanting to stay close to home that she does NOT want to tell her family about (boyfriend, friends, etc.).

    The Outtake also slides in multiple other things like Ana working on a new book. I’m assuming her other one did well. I wonder if she will publish any new books under SIP/Grey publishing. We don’t know yet if Ana is going to stick to just being a writer or take a position at SIP. At this point, with Calliope being so young AND after everything that happened, we don’t know what Ana’s current career aspirations are. PER THIS OUTTAKE, Carrick is still very concerned for Ana over everything she went through.

    SO this Outtake reveals multiple issues in moving forward. Kate and Elliot seem to be doing well now, despite their careers and everything else going on around them.

    (Oh yeah, I had also wondered about the residency thing. Quite frankly, I had just assumed that due to Grace and Carrick working in the Seattle area, they would have had a house or apartment close to their places of employment for during the week when work went too late or they were too tired to drive all the way to Bellevue. A great many people that work in large cities do this, especially if they have the means. I mean, Christian previously commented on how his Dad and Mother were always available for dinner together, usually a home-cooked meal, and for doing homework with the kids. That implies that they didn’t have the long commute at the end of the long workday. So I rather assumed the family stayed in the city during the workweek.)


  5. This was brilliant 🙂
    Kate & Elliot are having a little girl woohoo. How funny was Grace’s impatience and desperation about opening the ‘reveal’ box.
    Now Carrick is Mayor he can go after all the people involved in the corruption that surrounded Christian and Ana.
    I’m sure that there’s many more that Lincoln had on his payroll than we know about yet.
    I’ve really enjoyed reading all these ‘points of view extras’, but this one is surely the start of the next story (fingers crossed )


  6. Yes, Elena never helped Andrew on the police angle, so that was all Andrew. Makes you wonder how on earth he got the police, department of corrections, etc. on his side, ESPECIALLY given that Christian should have had so many MORE resources and money at his disposal if it was only about the money. So there is a WHOLE other angle/world we know nothing of YET.

    AND it makes you wonder how far up the political scale the corruption goes. AND how far these people will go to protect themselves. Hmmm.

    But forgot to mention also that I LOVE that Kate and Elliot are having a little girl as well. A little impressionable girl that will be very close to Calliope’s age. Wonder just HOW much trouble Calliope will get her into, since we already know what a strong personality Calliope has! (I’m seeing Christian wandering into the kitchen in the morning and finding two sleeping little girls beside the refrigerator/freezer door and an empty box of chocolate ice cream. And Calliope protesting any punishment, since, after all, she was SHARING! And isn’t that what she is SUPPOSED to do?)

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  7. Perfect transition to the new book, which I hope will appear Monday ??? Now what’s up with Mia and Julliard — does she want to please Carrick and go to Harvard, or is that Alexis holding something over her? And how soon is Elliot going to forget and blurt out Kate’s liver donation? (I give him a month, at most). Will Christian get his $65million back? And besides looking forward to Kate’s baby and Ana’s next book, I want to see how many of Andrew’s accomplices they’ll round up.

    Thank you for 3 great books already, Tara, and I can’t wait for the new one.


  8. I love your style of writing Tara. This was filled with lot of intriguing questions and information for an outtake. For one I noticed you left the mayor’s name out of the outtake. Is this bc you don’t want us to know the opponent’s name until u start writing the story again. Is the mayor or his people corrupt and involved with what happened to Ana and Christian? But overall I loved how beautifully tight the family dynamic is right now. I love how Carrick and Grace have inherited two more daughters making their family grow and improved to a higher level of professionalism as well. Making their family more powerful and classier than any family in Seattle.


  9. This outtake brings us to the Final book and it is promising with lots. I have every confident in Carrick’s capabilities. He has the family support, they’re a solid and professional unit. Can’t wait to start the new book. Elliot fulfils Kate’s dreams, they’re married and having a baby girl! Mia’s behavior is iffy, what’s going on? Thank you for all the outtakes, answer all the why, how what questions. Thank you for sharing your amazing talents and time,Tara, being very dedicated to your writing. Look forward to new chapter. Xoxo daytona

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  10. “Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work’s important, family’s important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You’re cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what’s coming.”
    – Nicholas Sparks


  11. This was the last one?? I thought you were going to write Carrick’s POV from the moment Christian lied in court for Elena to at least the shoot out at Christian and Ana’s apartment. Or maybe an in-depth Elena POV. Ooo…that sounds good. Please don’t stop this story just yet. Puhleeeze!!!!!


  12. Oh my 4 is right around the corner. Hope life for the Greys is not as intense and threatened as the last few chapters of book 3. That was really something scary


  13. AWESOME chapter and I love that Carrick won for Mayor. AND Kate is having a girl which is terrific for Callie. Now to find out all those crooked bastards that are behind the scenes that thought they got away with everything now that Linc is gone. We know that Carrick will be looking for them in-between his other duties as Mayor. Hopefully he has one hell of a security team?!


  14. Nice peek into Carrick’s thoughts and character. Now that he has won the election, there will be hell to pay. While he has been healing he has given deep and serious thought on what he want to accomplish for Seattle. An honest police force not riddled with corruption is first on his agenda. And finding a new quarterback to bring the Seahawks back on top!

    I was a bit put out that Kate and Elliot eloped without even a phone call. No wedding gifts for them!

    Lastly, Tara, thank you for the time and talent you have put into these outtakes and making them mini stories in themselves. See you in Book 4.


  15. I’m re reading past outtakes because I miss this story too much. I chuckled when Elliott said Carrick could be President and Kate would be Press Secretary becuase it happened in the epilogue! Chapters are just as good as the first time I read them!


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