Six months into running her brother’s private investigation firm, Tasha Alexander was thriving. The cases rolled in steadily—missing persons, thefts, fraud, and even the occasional high-profile investigation. Her reputation as a sharp, unrelenting investigator was spreading beyond Gulfport, and she was starting to make a name for herself.
But after months of constant work, Tasha decided it was time for a break. She needed a vacation, something to recharge her energy before diving back into the chaos. Austin, Texas, with its vibrant music scene, eclectic food, and laid-back vibe, seemed like the perfect escape. She booked a flight, found a cozy Airbnb in East Austin, and promised herself she wouldn’t answer her phone unless it was an emergency.
For the first few days, she kept her promise. She spent her mornings exploring local coffee shops, her afternoons wandering through art galleries and boutiques, and her evenings enjoying live music on Sixth Street. It was everything she needed—until her instincts drew her into something she couldn’t ignore.
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On her fourth night in Austin, Tasha was enjoying dinner at a popular food truck park. She had just finished a plate of brisket tacos and was sipping on a cold drink when she heard raised voices from a nearby alley. Her ears perked up, her Army-trained instincts instantly on alert.
She glanced around, noting that no one else seemed to notice—or care. The commotion wasn’t loud enough to cause a scene, but it was enough to make Tasha curious. Leaving her plate on the picnic table, she quietly made her way toward the alley, keeping to the shadows.
What she found made her stomach drop.
A man in his mid-thirties lay on the ground, blood pooling around his head. Standing over him was a young woman, her hands shaking as she clutched a bloodied knife. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she looked like she might collapse at any moment.
“Hey!” Tasha called out, stepping closer but keeping her hands visible. “Put the knife down. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The woman froze, her gaze snapping to Tasha. For a moment, she looked like she might bolt, but then she dropped the knife and started sobbing.
“I didn’t mean to... I didn’t mean to do it,” she cried, her voice trembling. “He was going to kill me. I didn’t have a choice.”
Tasha crouched down, keeping her movements slow and non-threatening. “Okay. Let’s take a deep breath. Tell me what happened.”
The woman wiped her face, her words spilling out in a rush. “His name’s Matt. He’s... he was my ex. He’s been following me, threatening me for weeks. Tonight, he found me here, and when I told him to leave me alone, he grabbed me. He said if I didn’t come with him, he’d kill me. I... I panicked. I didn’t know what else to do.”
Tasha’s heart ached for the woman, but she also knew the police would need to get involved. “Do you have a phone? We need to call 911.”
The woman nodded weakly, pulling out her phone. As she made the call, Tasha scanned the scene, taking in the details. The man’s injuries matched the woman’s story—a defensive strike, not an attack. Still, there was more to this situation than met the eye.
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The Austin Police Department arrived quickly, and Tasha gave her statement to the responding officers. The woman, whose name was Rachel, was taken into custody but not charged immediately. The officers seemed sympathetic to her story, but they needed to investigate further.
Tasha, unable to let it go, decided to look into the situation herself. She wasn’t licensed to operate in Texas, but she could ask questions, follow leads, and do what she did best—find the truth.
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The next day, Tasha visited Rachel at the county jail. Rachel was shaken but grateful to see a friendly face. She told Tasha everything she knew about Matt—how he’d become abusive after their breakup, how he’d stalked her, and how she’d filed multiple police reports that seemed to go nowhere.
Tasha’s gut told her there was more to Matt than just an angry ex-boyfriend. She started digging, using her contacts and skills to uncover his background. What she found was disturbing: Matt had a history of violence and restraining orders from previous relationships. He also had ties to a local criminal organization known for intimidation tactics and illegal activities.
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Over the next few days, Tasha pieced together a chilling picture. Matt had been using his connections to terrorize Rachel, and his death wasn’t just the result of a domestic dispute—it was the culmination of a long history of abuse and control. But there was one loose thread that didn’t add up: why had Matt chosen that night to confront Rachel? And why had he been carrying a large sum of cash when he died?
Tasha’s investigation led her to a shady nightclub where Matt had reportedly spent his last few hours. There, she learned he’d been meeting with a local loan shark—a dangerous man who didn’t take kindly to unpaid debts. It became clear that Matt’s death was about more than just Rachel’s self-defense; it was part of a larger, darker story.
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Using her evidence, Tasha worked with the Austin Police Department to build a case. Her findings cleared Rachel of any wrongdoing, proving that she had acted in self-defense against a man with a violent past. The investigation also led to the arrest of the loan shark and several members of his crew, effectively dismantling a criminal operation that had been terrorizing the community.
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As Tasha packed her bags to return to Gulfport, she couldn’t help but reflect on the irony of her “vacation.” She’d come to Austin to relax and recharge, but instead, she’d stumbled into one of the most intense cases of her career. Still, she didn’t regret it. Helping people—finding justice—that’s what she was born to do.
Before leaving, she texted Marcus:
"Vacation was eventful. Remind me to tell you about it over dinner. Back to the grind tomorrow."
And with that, Tasha boarded her flight home, ready for whatever came next.
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