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saw that it was nearly three in the afternoon, and yet the sun above was showing no signs of relenting. It beat down on him, the buildings, the tarmac, and the desert, with equal force. Nature was indiscriminate.
He wondered what he would find when he got there. He wasn’t sure if he’d know it when he saw it. Possibilities raced through his mind. His greatest they seemed. He had already noticed a few uniforms who drove by, looking at him with hard eyes. But he was hope was that there had been a wolf sighting. But that wouldn’t explain why the police were as anxious as content with being a suspect if it got him closer to the wolf. They wouldn’t prove anything, one way or another, and so at most it would be an inconvenience. That was easily outweighed by the fact that it might lead him directly to what he sought. Risks were something he’d learned to shrug off. If experience was anything to go by, the bigger the risk, the bigger the payoff.
Of course, the way Sasha had dropped that tip told him that something had definitely gone down. He was almost certain that a crime had been committed, Dylan wondered if it was serious. Breaking and entering? Theft? Robbery? Murder? He couldn’t know, at least not yet. A doubt flitted into his mind: what if this was completely unrelated to the wolf? What if he was just following an incorrect thread blindly? All this attention he’d received from the police could be gang-related. The waitress at the café had said there were meth houses popping up in the area.
The possibilities were definitely diverse and numerous. He had to trust his instinct. Besides, it was his only lead. There was nothing else to go on. He’d been walking across town all morning, since before the sun was up, and hadn’t seen any signs of the wolf, hadn’t caught onto any odd, let alone canine, smells. And he certainly hadn’t seen any tracks, not that they’d stick around for long. The endless light breeze washed the desert town clean with sand.
Arriving at Lester Street, Dylan began to walk its length, looking at each house, searching for any indication that something was wrong, that something was going on. He was a few houses down, when he saw that yellow police tape cordoning off an entire house, he knew he had found what he was looking for.
He looked around, specifically for Monroe’s white car, but all the parked cars looked empty, so Dylan approached the taped-off house. Everything on the outside looked fine. There was no sign of forced entry; the door didn’t look like it had been busted open, and there were no broken windows.
It was strange, though, that there wasn’t a police guard, especially as this must have happened earlier today. If it had happened earlier than today, it would have been in the paper he picked up and read, the free one which had a picture of D.I. Sasha Monroe on the front at her promotion ceremony.
He thought about that article, remembering that he had read she had been meritoriously promoted. He wondered what exactly she had done to earn it. The details were sketchy at best. She was the first female Detective Inspector in the town, and only woman in her precinct, and so it must have been something pretty ballsy to force a higher-up’s hand with a political promotion, which was exactly what it smacked of. It aroused a strand of indignation in him to think that someone capable had been held down intentionally just because they lacked a set of testes.
Then again, in the eighty years he’d lived, he’d seen much, much worse than a glass ceiling.
Dylan thought about going into the taped-off house, but decided against it for now. He wanted a better idea of what had gone on, and so looked at the neighboring houses to the left and the right. All low bungalows with wide, slatted roofs, they were designed to keep the cool air in and the hot air out, and so were probably quite airtight. But if somebody had left a window open, a neighbor perhaps, they might have heard
He wondered what he would find when he got there. He wasn’t sure if he’d know it when he saw it. Possibilities raced through his mind. His greatest they seemed. He had already noticed a few uniforms who drove by, looking at him with hard eyes. But he was hope was that there had been a wolf sighting. But that wouldn’t explain why the police were as anxious as content with being a suspect if it got him closer to the wolf. They wouldn’t prove anything, one way or another, and so at most it would be an inconvenience. That was easily outweighed by the fact that it might lead him directly to what he sought. Risks were something he’d learned to shrug off. If experience was anything to go by, the bigger the risk, the bigger the payoff.
Of course, the way Sasha had dropped that tip told him that something had definitely gone down. He was almost certain that a crime had been committed, Dylan wondered if it was serious. Breaking and entering? Theft? Robbery? Murder? He couldn’t know, at least not yet. A doubt flitted into his mind: what if this was completely unrelated to the wolf? What if he was just following an incorrect thread blindly? All this attention he’d received from the police could be gang-related. The waitress at the café had said there were meth houses popping up in the area.
The possibilities were definitely diverse and numerous. He had to trust his instinct. Besides, it was his only lead. There was nothing else to go on. He’d been walking across town all morning, since before the sun was up, and hadn’t seen any signs of the wolf, hadn’t caught onto any odd, let alone canine, smells. And he certainly hadn’t seen any tracks, not that they’d stick around for long. The endless light breeze washed the desert town clean with sand.
Arriving at Lester Street, Dylan began to walk its length, looking at each house, searching for any indication that something was wrong, that something was going on. He was a few houses down, when he saw that yellow police tape cordoning off an entire house, he knew he had found what he was looking for.
He looked around, specifically for Monroe’s white car, but all the parked cars looked empty, so Dylan approached the taped-off house. Everything on the outside looked fine. There was no sign of forced entry; the door didn’t look like it had been busted open, and there were no broken windows.
It was strange, though, that there wasn’t a police guard, especially as this must have happened earlier today. If it had happened earlier than today, it would have been in the paper he picked up and read, the free one which had a picture of D.I. Sasha Monroe on the front at her promotion ceremony.
He thought about that article, remembering that he had read she had been meritoriously promoted. He wondered what exactly she had done to earn it. The details were sketchy at best. She was the first female Detective Inspector in the town, and only woman in her precinct, and so it must have been something pretty ballsy to force a higher-up’s hand with a political promotion, which was exactly what it smacked of. It aroused a strand of indignation in him to think that someone capable had been held down intentionally just because they lacked a set of testes.
Then again, in the eighty years he’d lived, he’d seen much, much worse than a glass ceiling.
Dylan thought about going into the taped-off house, but decided against it for now. He wanted a better idea of what had gone on, and so looked at the neighboring houses to the left and the right. All low bungalows with wide, slatted roofs, they were designed to keep the cool air in and the hot air out, and so were probably quite airtight. But if somebody had left a window open, a neighbor perhaps, they might have heard
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