{MCYT} •Mini Stories• <Book 2>

{Detective AU *Bonus* 1/2}

Alistair walked down to the graveyard, already seeing a cop and the caretaker already at the grave.
He looked down and the grave was empty, but the coffin was still there,"Grave robbers?", "Possibly.", they pulled out the coffin and immediately they noticed that the hinges were damaged and broken off,"Still think grave robbers?", "But, why only take one body?", they agreed, it was a weird that a grave robber would only take one body because last case there were three bodies taken.
. . .
Alistair looked around the area and noticed some cameras on lamp posts, trees and the gate,"Mind getting the CCTV, have to sent to Officer Boomer and I'll call in a suspect of Grave Robbering.", "Yes sir.", with that tip of a hat, Alistair left the graveyard for them to get the suspect.

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The suspect sat across the desk of Alistair, they watched as the cop was watching the CCTV slowly and carefully.
Eventually, they turned to them and folded their arms,"Now, as you are aware, we have you in the holding cells under the suspicion of Grave Robbibg.", the man remained silent, Alistair leaned back,"Listen, I'll make you a deal. If you can tell me the truth, and nothing but the truth, I can pull a few strings to give you a lighter sentence if you confess and tell me about the CCTV Footage.", Alistair showed him the footage, in silence he watched as figures dug up the grave, practically ripped the coffin door off and then took the coffin off somewhere off camera.
. . .
The man looked at Alistair,"If I do this, you'll shorten my sentence.", "Yes. And if you're worried about your team finding you, we can put you in the Witness Protection Programme.", the man nods to himself, thinking about this proposition.

**Fun Fact**
Witness protection is security provided to a threatened person providing testimonial evidence to the justice system, including defendants and other clients, before, during, and after a trial, usually by police.

**Back To The Story**

The man looked at Alistair, fiddled with the cuffs.
"Fine. One of my jobs was to dig up bodies that a client required, but bodies of people who's relatives are dead or don't visit the grave anymore. The client, we never met and just talked over phone and was told to leave the coffins in a location and the money would be in the same place for us to take and leave it up to them.", Alistair wrote this all down, looking up,"Do you have a number?", "Yes.", so he wrote them number and Alistair wrote out a few things.
"Right, thank you for your time and my colleague will come by and help you with the case.", the man nods, it was a quiet thank you as he was taken back to his holding cell.
A one moment of silence.
. . .
But why take a body of a cop that was well known and the grave always had fresh flowers everyday.

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The department held their breaths in silence, Alistair dialed the number and put it on speaker and motioned everyone to shut up and not make a sound.
Alistair held the phone towards to inmate,"Donald, were the hell are you.", "Back home. Did the job work out?", "Yeah, they requested the body of the cop and we got it delivered and the money was promised and the bonus along side. See ya next job.", then they hung up, Alistair looked at the man,"Where is the drop off.", "**** ****", Alistair nods,"Thank you.", Alistair grabbed a few things,"I'll go down with a detective I personally know.", they nod,"We'll handle everything here, be careful though.", I nod and I head out to call up a detective.

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"Thanks again."
Karl smiled,"No worries.", we approached the location and it was like any classic drug pick up spot from the movies.
It was an alley way, which was odd because where would they go with the body and coffin.
"Hm."
"Hey."
Karl tapped on the door from an old restaurant that closed, Alistair picked the lock and opened it and. . .
Holy shoot.
The place was completely destroyed, burned wood and red stuff all over and. . . Bodies.
Alistair took a moment to not throw up from the rotten flesh, ashes and the smell of burned woods, Karl was less affected by the smells probably dealt with worse.
They looked around, finding in a bucket a bunch of silver, golden or bronze plates of the names of people which proved these were taken off coffins because there was a death date.
And then, they seen Foolish's name and Alistair felt his skin crawl and his blood begin to boil in anger.
"Those fuckers. . ."
"Yeah. This isn't the Cult that kidnapped you."
Karl stood up, he stumbled a bit but recovered quickly, it was well known Karl was odd because he was paler than any normal person, he had some odd scars and had two different colour eyes.
Karl showed Alistair a small notebook,"See, this is the work of The Eggpire. They worship an old God and they are believed to be possessed and I don't put it passed them because they act like zombies.", Karl pointed to his neck scar,"They gave me this permanent mark to remember them.", Alistair had a look of sympathy, but Karl continued to smile and then looked at the damage,"We'll need to hunt them done. I know where they are. And I'm not letting them get away another time.", Alistair nods, loading his gun to prepare for what could be coming.

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"Hello. Officer Alistair speaking."

"Hello Officer. We'll been meeting soon, and I'll be glad. Stakes will raise with Detective Karl with you."

"We have a few people here that you know and care about. So, let's see how you play this game this time Karl and with our new player."

. . .

"This. Means. War."