What We Leave Hidden

Chapter 1 - The break

  The day started like any other, my alarm buzzing at five in the morning, my groans as I got up from the queen-sized bed, followed by my "toilette" as the French would call it. My routine had been the same ever since I'd transfered to this new department, and perhaps before, never cared to remember how far back it started.
A bagel with cream cheese and a heavily creamed and sugared coffee had been my Monday through Friday breakfast for as long as I can remember. It's not that I don't know how to cook, it's that I've never found the time to during the work week.
  Now that I was finished, I had to start my drive to the station. It was cold december morning, before the sun was even up, yet I wore the same attire as the early fall, my long black dress coat, my dark suit, plus my other detective doodads (badge, gun, latex gloves, hand cuffs, you get it).
The town was quiet as always, who else would be up, right? And the parking lot was empty as I pulled in. The station ran a skeleton crew at night, so the only one to greet me at the door was the desk sergeant, Daniels.

  "Morning, Greenhorn!" , He said smugly, looking up from his phone.

  "Morning!" , I replied nonchalantly.

  I was sick of people making fun of my youth, but what was I to do? All I cared about now was my coffee and my caseload.
  Now the small town I resided in was quiet, but there'd been an upset. Three people shot dead in the past week, with no particular link between them. I was the junior investigator on all three cases. As I was going over the ME reports for what seemed like the hundreth time, my partner, Holder, arrived.
  "Anything new, slim?", He chuckled

  More of the nicknames, just as annoying as the last...

  "Not really, they seem like they're all isolated incidents...", I sighed.

"Here's something new to nibble on, toxicology reports have just come in."

  He handed me a few folders, which I snatched out of his hand.

"Jesus...", he sat down at his desk and groaned.

  Flipping through the papers, I noticed something connecting all the decedents, silver. They all had been shot with silver ammunition. Silver shot, silver slugs, but it was silver nonetheless. I almost couldn't believe it. I figured it'd be prudent to mention this to Holder, but when I did, he didn't seem phased

  "You know what they used silver for back in the day?", He said, looking me dead in the eye

"Why should that matter in the twenty-first century?", I rolled my eyes

"They used it to kill monsters, which were allergic to pure silver", he said, chewing on a pen

"Again, why should it matter...", I said annoyedly. Unless our town was plagued with werewolves, I didn't see where it was going.

My partner rolled his eyes "Hoagland-", he said, actually using my name "-you really don't know our town's history, do you?", He gave me a cold stare.

"I've only been here for a few months, so please, enlighten me!", I shook my head.

"You're in for a treat-", Holder smirked, wringing his hands.