Dangers in the Dark

The Cycle Goes On 17.2

Third Person POV

Kleg's Auto Warehouse

Guns raised, hearts beating steadily, Jim and Harvey approached the warehouse while making sure to not make a single sound that would alert the suspect of their presence. But as they got closer to the back entrance, Jim couldn't help but notice how quiet it was and how still and eerie the location seemed.

His hand landed on the cold metal of the door handle and he hesitated only for a split second before he opened the door and raised his gun again. Instantly, Jim stepped into the room with Harvey a couple of steps behind him.

"G.C.P.D," Jim announced, hoping that the men would do themselves a favour and surrender themselves.

Yet as the two detectives ventured further into the room they still couldn't hear even a scuffling of shoes on the concrete ground or the sound of anything being knocked over in an attempt to run. A small table sat in the middle of the room with three chairs around it and a half-eaten pot of noodles and pizza. They must have anticipated their arrival cause it all looked like it had been suddenly abandoned.

"Looks like they were here last night," Jim commented as he scrunched his nose up as he looked at the half-eaten cold pizza.

"Hey, your hot doctor friend, Thompkins," Harvey began.

"Leslie," Jim interrupted.

"Whatever. Give me the double D. Dirty details," Harvey requested and any hope that Jim had had for avoiding this conversation was gone. He had hoped that Harvey was about to bring up something useful about the case but no. Here they were, once again, talking about his love life. "Don't leave anything out." Jim had long since stopped listening to Harvey speak when he noticed a splatter of dark red blood dripping down the side of an old rusty car. "Gotta hand it to you, partner. You don't sit around moping. You got right back up on the hobbyhorse. Let's just hope you can keep your head straight whilst up there. You had the purse, now you got the nurse."

As Jim wandered around the car trying to find the cause of the blood splatter, Harvey went over to the fridge by the wall, crossing his fingers that there was a can of beer or something in there waiting for him. But as he flung the fridge door open, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he saw a cold, unblinking body collapsed against the inside.

"Well, looked like I found our friend Floyd," Harvey said before picking up a beer bottle from the top shelf and flinging the cap off with a beer opener.

Jim joined him by the fridge where he looked down at the body for a few moments. He only tore his attention away when he saw Harvey taking a large swig from the bottle. This time he silently stared at his partner.

"What?" Harvey shrugged defensively. "If I don't drink it, forensics will."

"Alright. This was the guy with the hood. He's wearing the same coat," Jim said, turning his attention back to the dead man in front of him.

"Wonder what he did to piss off the rest of his crew," Harvey said before wandering off with his beer.

"Maybe they knew we'd catch up to him," Jim suggested.

"Well, he was the leader, so it looks like we've seen the last of the Red Hood crew now," Harvey said, taking a bite of the cold pizza he had just picked up.

Jim didn't even bother commenting on how unsanitary it was but he couldn't help but feel that Harvey was very wrong. No crew was going to disappear off the face of the earth just like that. This wasn't the end; he was sure of it.

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Holly POV

Wayne Manor