DoomPet

Chapter 75

Crüe listened intently and drank some water out of a paper bowl, they really had taken every cup the men owned, dear god, "But wait when are we doing this?"

"Are you up to do it right now?" The Slayer gave him a weak smile, "Sam's gonna be pissed as soon as he finds out so we'll have to be fast."

Haru was on the bed, his chest puffed out and he meowed in agreement.

Daisy stuffed her children into the den and they loudly complained they couldn't come along. "I am very ready!"

"Actually Daisy why don't you stay here and keep Samuel out? You aren't very good at stealthing." He gave her a guilty look and she pouted, sliding off the bed and making mopey noises.

"Me sad gargoyle lady."

"Next time, Daisy, next time." Crüe assured her. "Haru, you're staying here too."

The cat let out a surprised yowl, shocked at the audacity of Crüe. He could expect this kind of asshole behavior from the Slayer, but not his precious Crüe! Besides, cats were stealthy, that was their whole thing!

"Come on," the demon stood and walked out into the kitchen, throwing away the paper water bowl, "Let's hurry and go down to the police department before Haru eats us alive." They rushed down the building steps and over to the department. They were honestly dogshit at stealth but the hoodies and dark clothing they were adorned with helped them blend in a tiny little bit. It wasn't too far from their house and they stood in the alleyway behind it, waiting and planning their next move.

"I say I go in while you keep guard." The Slayer craned his neck up at an open window, gaging how far he would have to jump to scurry inside.

"How will you know what photo I found? I don't even remember that well so how could you know?" Crüe scolded him. Not to mention he wasn't letting the Slayer go in alone. After seeing how brutal the man could be with humans he felt like he might have to pull him off someone if they were to get in their way.

"Ok fine we go together, but I'll go first to make sure the coast is clear." He watched as Crüe knelt down and knitted his fingers together, making a step to help hoist the man up. It felt surprisingly intimate and he wasn't sure why he blushed as he dragged himself up into the open window.

He reached down a hand and Crüe pulled himself up with it. They stood and dusted themselves off in the middle of the hall. The Slayer slunk along, peering into rooms while Crüe walked along behind him way too casual for a stealth mission.

"Where would they keep evidence?" Crue wondered out loud, looking around. The police station was honestly pretty huge. Offices and long corridors sprawled down dull, authoritarian looking walls. Most of the lights were out as most of the cops had left for the night.

"I guess up there." The Slayer pointed at a door labeled "Evidence Room."

They creaked open the door and walked inside, coming upon a table covered in baggies of photos. There had to be hundreds, if not thousands of photos in the bags. All varying sizes and shapes from postage stamp, to as large as a poster. The Slayer closed the door behind them and the examined the bags.

"It wasn't huge, or really tiny. It was like this big." He made a motion with his hand indicating it was about the size of a standard photo.

"Ok good, that narrows a lot of these out." The Slayer careful grabbed two of the bags that contained normal sized photos, before they just decided, "Fuck it," and grabbed all the bags, just to make sure. "Ok open the door and let's get out of here."

Crue shifted the photos bags to one hand and grabbed the door handle slowly turning it. The door didn't open, hell the handle didn't even move. "Fuck."

"Did it lock behind us?" The Slayer put his photos down and rushed over, trying to open the door. It was locked. There wasn't even a key hole on their side of the door either. "Oh shit, Samuel is gonna murder us."