Game of Sinners

Chapter Eleven - I See Red

"Maybe the world didn't need witches and wolves because the world itself did more to steal away the magic than fantasy ever could. It didn't matter if one was disobedient, foolish, or unlucky because the worst things just happened."

― Thomm Quackenbush, Find What You Love and Let It Kill You

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Taylors POV:

"We're not exactly sure what started the blaze. Our team is working on it but it's looking like an accidental fire, obviously taking into account how old the building is and the standard it was kept in. The likelihood of the blaze being set on purpose is very slim but we cannot rule it out officially until we have finished investigating the origins..."

The Police Officer rambled on and on and on.

Even from where I was standing in the corner of the room I could see sweat start to bead his brow, his hands already shaking as he fiddled with the papers in front of him, his chest rising a little too quickly, flashing light off his badge - all evidence of Silas' influence on him. I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Accidental fire huh? Isn't that funny..." Silas stood up and walked over to the window that looked out to the ruined apartment block across the street. It was invisible in the darkness thanks to the street lights conveniently breaking the minute we got here. Whether that was on purpose or an accident, I couldn't tell.

"I want names of everyone who lived in that building within the hour." He ordered, pushing up the dark glasses on his square nose. Ever since Silas had sprung me from the jail cell I had never seen him without them on.

"Yes sir, of course sir." The officer blurted, nodding like a bobble head toy. I saw Silas scowl in the reflection of the glass and scratch his growing beard.

"Has there been any more news on the CCTV footage?" The room went silent. He glanced at the officer over his shoulder. "Well?"

"I'm-I'm not sure sir...but it's highly unlikely that any would be recovered; you must understand-"

"Taylor, tell this officer what I do when something displeases me." Silas interrupted calmly but I knew he was anything from it right now.

"You deal with the issue accordingly until the problem is fixed," I replied, clearing my throat slightly.

"Exactly. Exactly," Silas walked slowly towards the shaking man, grinning like a fool with his yellowed teeth. Although he had a slight of build, the single light from the ceiling warped the shadows around his body and gave him a presence of someone who was a lot larger than him. Suddenly his hand slammed down on the table and caused the officer to jump a foot in the air.

"Now, is there going to be a problem with what I want?" His voice deadly low.

"Of c-course not, I mean, w-why would there be?" The officer laughed a little hysterically at the thought but immediately fell silent at the sight of Silas's grim face.

"Get out."

The officer practically fell over himself trying to reach the door as fast as he could. In an instant, though, he was gone.

"Absolutely pathetic," Silas spat, his glasses glinting angrily at the empty doorway. "How someone could associate themselves with such lowly creatures is beyond me."

We had come here following a reported sighting of Alex, or that's what I'd been told. I'm not sure how the company got this information, and that fact made my skin crawl with apprehension. Anything was better than sitting at home doing nothing but following false leads only wasted more time.