Wings from Death

Chapter Five

We had arrived at the station's garage, a large cement hall where service vehicles were stored. The complex seemed almost endless, cement pillar after pillar holding the ceiling in place. A vast array of cars lined the hall: police sedans; large black SUVs; and an occasional undercover vehicle. Our footsteps resounded throughout the garage as we approached our vehicles.

"I'll lead the way" Walter turned to face us "It's best we take two vehicles in case we get multiple leads we'll be able to follow them"

Walter entered his SUV, Arden joined him. I hopped in Scott's police cruiser. Scott twisted the key in its slot; the engine roared to life, settling at a steady purr. The car lurched forward, twisting out of its parking spot. Scott quickly caught up to Walter. The two-car-convoy turned out of the garage. I decided to strike up conversation with Scott.

"How have you been?" I queried

"I can't complain," he kept his attention on the road "What's happening in your life?"

"I don't know Scott" I shook my head "I'm afraid that this detective job will be the end of me. Jess is worried."

"I'm sure it'll pass, you're a fine guy and Jess knows that. She has to understand that your job comes with its risks."

"But its not my job, as her husband, to make her worry about me every time I leave for work." I paused "I made a promise to her."

"I'm sure you'll keep that promise, I know you will."

Scott and I got along really well. He was basically my brother. He was the only one in the station that I could connect with, apart from Walter. Arden on the other hand, she found me, strange I thought.

I turned my head and stared out the window. I watched as the skyscrapers that towered the skyline transitioned into housing complexes and industrial establishments. Monstrosities of concrete and pipes that provided most of the city's income with metal refinement. We were getting close.

We had manoeuvred through the winding streets, twists and turns leading to unfamiliarity. The monotony of the buildings didn't help the situation. Walter's tail lights flared red as we slowed our vehicles. I felt the car come to a stop. We exited the vehicle. Without thought, Scott and I closed our doors simultaneously and marched towards an opening surrounded by yellow and black tape. I could feel my coat fluttering in the slight breeze. Lifting the tape, I ducked under it. I had only walked a few steps when I saw it. I stopped, standing over the horrific sight that lay before me.