lost in the game (Peter Strahm x Reader)

Part 2 ~ Angel Wings

"'Open the door, you will find me." Does that sound familiar to you?" I asked Detective Hoffman, and he seemed confused about the question. Peter then threw the key at him. "What is this?" Hoffman answered, still confused about what this was about.

"The key was in our last message from Detective Kerry." As Peter said this, Hoffman's eyes switched between Peter's and mine. "I ask you once again, Detective Hoffman, does 'open the door, you will find me' sound familiar to you?" My eyes were inspecting his face. He only answered with a simple "no" and gave me the key back.

Peter let out an audible sigh, "Where's the body?" Detective Hoffman led us into the room, revealing Detective Kerry's lifeless form suspended from the ceiling. Crime scene photographers were already taking pictures.

I inspected the body as Peter sent the crime scene photographer out of the room. The sight was horrible, not to mention the nauseating smell.

Kerry's rib cage was opened, and rats were already crawling on and inside Kerry's decaying body. She was hanging from some harness with some metal device with two mechanical arms attached to her back, which made it look like Angel wings.

"Do you see this?" I looked over to Peter, and he motioned over to something on the floor. It was a lock. "The lock was opened." I looked closely at it, and indeed, the lock was opened.

"You mean... She couldn't get out?" I was taken aback by that information for a moment, and I just looked at Peter. "It was constructed for her execution" before Detective Hoffman came back with a calm facade.

Peter's Facade, on the other hand, was one with a hint of disgust, as he curled his lips slightly.

"So it's not a jigsaw trap?" I questioned, and my eyes widened as I looked back at the Lifeless body.

"We suspect that it was Amanda Young, the accomplice." I watched Hoffman before he was cut off by Peter. "This couldn't have been done by Amanda Young." "Excuse me?"

Peter slowly walked around Kerry's body, inspecting it.

"Detective Kerry weighed around 130 pounds, while Young's report stated that she weighs 107 pounds." I listened to the conversation as I looked around more.

Finding something on the wall saying "Cherish your life" made me wonder if it may be actually a Jigsaw trap, or, like we suspected, an apprentice, or worse, a copycat.

I took some notes while I thought about who could've caused this, and before I knew it, Peter was done talking with Hoffman and went outside. I walked towards Hoffman to ask him more questions. It took some time until we got back to the office. The air in the car was heavy with the weight of the disturbing discoveries we had just witnessed.

Detective Hoffman led us through the station to a room where a man was sitting with his back to us, watching an interrogation video of Hoffman with a woman.

We stood by the door while Hoffman convinced him to go home to his girlfriend or wife, whom we can just assume.

Hoffman quickly introduced him as "Lieutenant Rigg" commander of their SWAT team. We continued to talk with Hoffman for a while before we separated ways and went to collect some information to figure out who Jigsaw's apprentice was.

After a while, we examined two pieces of evidence: a newspaper article about John Kramer and the tape that Rigg had watched earlier. The atmosphere was calm and silent. Throughout, the only sound that could be heard was the audio from the tape and the persistent click of Peter's pen, which underscored his intense focus on the footage.

While researching, we found a vital piece in Kerry's last message that we have overseen. She said that two officers might be in danger.

"Should we tell Hoffman about the Additional message Kerry left us?" Peter sighed. "She said they only might be in danger, and we don't even know who she meant by that" he flipped through some files as he said that. "I mean, what if Hoffman is one of them? Shouldn't he be informed just in case?" Peter just looked at me with a blank expression, "Out of your authority," Peter declared sternly, his gaze fixed on the files. "We need to handle this discreetly within our area"

Some time passed, and we decided to take a lunch break. We sat down together in the cafeteria of the Office. Peter's sigh revealed his eagerness to move past the unsettling case, a sentiment I shared. Unfortunately, we had no clear direction post-lunch. I gently held his hand, reassuring him, "We can handle this, but for now, let's focus on lunch and give our brains a little break, okay?"

"Alright, maybe you're right," he conceded. I gave his hand one final reassuring squeeze, releasing it with a smile. In return, he offered a soft, appreciative smile.

After we finished our lunch, we headed back to work hand in hand. We grabbed some files as we arrived, separating our hands once again. not finding anything else that could be useful for the case at the moment, as suddenly Detective Fisk came rushing in with prints of Officer Rigg. A different officer also came into the room, telling Fisk that there were shots fired in some apartment, which turned out to be Rigg's apartment...