🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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The metal of the pillbox in his hand felt cold. Next to him, the door of the truck that had almost hit him moments before slammed shut with a crash, and the engine roared loudly. The tires skidded across the damp gravel, then gripped, and the vehicle disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. "Bitch," Ryker hissed while his thumbs stroked the engraving on the lid. It wasn't usually his manner, but the mixture of pain, adrenaline, anger, and shock killed his patience. Finally, a dark grumble came from his throat before he shook his head and slowly walked on. For the next few minutes, his hands fiddled with the lid of the tin, trying to open it. But repeatedly, he caught himself thinking back to the almost-accident and the blonde woman.
Her behavior was bizarre. They had both got off on the wrong foot. Finally, his trembling fingers opened the small box, and a few white pills popped out.
Slowly, he calmed down, a soft sigh escaping his lips. By this point, he almost felt sorry for his behavior. He was stressed and upset. Usually, nothing upset him so quickly, especially not such terse words. But when he had a seizure... he just wasn't himself. For some reason, the whole day wasn't going as usual. He was out in the middle of nowhere looking for a child kidnapper, and, to make matters worse, he'd nearly been run over.
'That's not exactly a good start...'
There was a soft clink as he fished one of the pills out of the box and pushed the rest aside with his fingers. Then, he immediately closed the box again so that none of the essential medication could fall out. Only then did he pop the pill into his mouth and force himself to swallow it dry. It wouldn't take long for the potent painkiller to take effect. 'Fuck it,' he told himself in his mind, 'it can only get better.'
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It didn't take long for the sturdy giant trees to give way to younger ones. A thin veil of mist hung around the young trunks with their low-hanging branches. The high humidity kept the air heavy and cooled it, so his warm breath rose in wafts of mist. By now, his heart was beating more steadily in his chest than before. The pain was now just a dull throbbing that he barely recognized, and the trembling and limping had also disappeared.
