And His Name Was Ash Lynx

The Article

TW:
-Talk about r@pe
(Poor Ash. It pained me to write this..)
Please note that this is a heavier chapter. I do not go into detail, it's just mentioned a few times in this chapter, along with the side effects of it.

It was roughly 1 month after Griffin last went home to celebrate Aslan's 8th birthday. The kid seemed off again, as if whatever was bugging him a year ago, was starting to show itself again.

However, Griffin knew better than to pry, so he left it alone. That didn't stop him from worrying about the kid.

After Aslan's birthday, he was allowed to use the restaurants phone to call Griffin once a week, usually on Saturdays. But he was still waiting for the call from his younger brother.

His worried state became much worse after Max came home with an interesting case he had to write a report on.

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Griffin looked up from his book when he heard the door to his and Max's apartment shut. In the doorway, taking off his shoes, was Max. A saddened expression on his face.

Griffin shut his book and gave Max a confused look. "So, got any new reports you need to work on?"

Max made eye contact with Griffin and nodded. "Yeah. Let's sit at the table and discuss it though." Well then. Wasn't that odd.

The strawberry blonde got up from the stool at the island, and made his way to the small table where two seats sat at opposite ends, facing each other.

"So, what's up?"

Max cleared his throat, "Aren't you from Cape Cod?" That got Griffins attention. Nobody from the city knew that town, so hearing that it might involve a case that Max is writing a report on...

"..yes. What happened..?" If Max said anything about a murder happening, and a blonde boy was the victim, Griffin was going to loose his shit.

"Did you by any chance know a Carter Wilson?"

How in the actual hell did the baseball coach have to do with this? This wasn't helping Griffins steadily increasing worry. "Yeah. He was the baseball coach for my little brothers baseball team. What does he have to do with this report?"

Max's face paled. "Well..you see..he was found dead in his house. It was a murder, as there was a bullet hole.."

"Someone shot him?!" Griffin couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Max made a shushing noise. "It gets worse." Well shit. "While investigating the scene, the police found bones of children in his basement."

Griffin went silent as his eyes widened. He hasn't heard from Aslan in roughly a week and and a half..oh god no. "Do they know who's bones they are..?" He needed to know. If they are Aslan's, he wouldn't hesitate to go there and strangle the living life out of Carter.

Max shook his head. "Unfortunately not." Fuck. "But, they know who the killer is." Max's voice went quiet at the last part.

"Who was it?"

"You might not like this answer, it's sick. But, I guess you have to know."

Griffin glared at Max. "Tell me Max." His voice was serious.