Echoes of the Unseen
a wanted fugitive, known for her
ntel o
detec
d the busy police station, where office
l, strikingly handsome, with a chiseled jawline that looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods thems
ith the usual chaos, officers shuffling paperwork, the hum of conversations, the
zab
f. A f
riminal on the run. There was a pattern to her movements, a desperati
toward something just as much a
in front of him. Her mugshot stared b
his fingers
case was about to get
k in his chair,
eleport? That wasn't normal. And most impo
gh various criminal records
nt
muttered under his breath. Almost every criminal they'
eague, Joe, who was f
rd anything about Gunther?" Dal
confused. "Who'
th half the city's criminals working under him? We ha
s recognition dawned. "Oh, that guy.
. "Too quiet. I think it's time we paid
ck. "You do realize he's not exa
e just have to make h
rossing his arms. "You really t
thing. If Elizabeth is moving this fast and dodging us like a damn ghost
ead. "Alright. But you know how it go
s jacket. "Then we just h
anyway. "This is why I do
. "But you do
em headed out. It was ti
oe asked as he and Dale w
Dale replied wit
tell him where
we're just visiting an old f
he should know. What if something goes
wrong?" Dale shot him a cocky grin as
ived. Normally, this part of town was alive with chaos...shouting, swearing, or th
instincts kicking in as he reached for the
ench of cigarettes and drugs hung heavy in the air, but there were no signs of li
lit space, their steps slow and deliberat
oor, like the front, was unlocked. Dale hesit
was gruesome. Blood stained the fl
rning as he turned away, tr
s landed on the murder weapon, a bloodied lamp
ooks like someone got t
his is a fucking murder case...clearly
out a pair of gloves. He crouched beside the lif
he murmured, pressing two fingers to Gunt
tiple times in the head... Must've been out of anger. I mean, th
dable. "Brutal. Whoever did this
self. "Dale, let's call the forensics depart
room once more before landing on something.....an
ed toward it. "This drawer..."
awer. It had been sea
g for something. And if Elizabeth had been