Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Part 3: Romance and Cults

Chapter 32

Third Person

The train station, already, gave off a cold, unsettling aura. Lucy had a bit of a bias since she was born near the station. But of course, the most unsettling thing was the tall, slender woman who had stated in the morning that she would not be joining them. Chris had a scowl on her face. She had had a sudden change of plans.

~Earlier~

Lucy walked downstairs to hear Chris and Kipps talking. 

"We don't normally get clear-cut reasons like this. It's almost hard to believe." Chris grumbled. "Not to mention just how annoying this constant switching between cases every night is."

"Well at least you know what's causing it." Kipps stated.

"Like that makes anything different. There's nothing I can do yet because whoever has been sending me these stupid letters won't give me a solid name." Chris hissed.

"So you'll be joining us?" Kipps checked.

"If these notes are to be believed, then definitely. Best to air on the side of caution and go with." Chris grumbled.

"Have you dealt with a cult before?" Kipps questioned.

"Dead ones." She answered briefly.

"Cults?" Lucy asked, making herself known. Chris and Kipps turned to her.

"Yes. I got another anonymous note stating that the author had seen what looks like cultist behavior. Apparently they were raising the dead near the train station." Chris explained.

"This could be a prank, keep in mind. We're going to in to investigate the actual hauntings. Chris is investing the cult." Kipps sternly clarified.

"Yes, of course." Chris nodded in agreement. "It's far too dangerous for you. You don't have enough experience."

"Can I see the note?" Lucy asked. She nodded and handed it over.

~

Lucy carefully reread the note, memorizing the handwriting and dialect. It was all quite messy.

With Chris being in a bad mood and the rest of them strictly ordered to only investigate the case at hand. Lucy knew this night wouldn't go according to anyone's plan. After all, since when has Lockwood ever complied when someone told him not to get involved? It was a bad habit he had.

The station was just as Lucy remembered; old, rundown, faintly smelling of the musk of the dead. While Lucy never did stick around the station for long, she was around just enough for her to remember the noisy crowds and remember those faint flashes from the past she would get as a little girl.

"So... our case?" Holly began, shivering from the cold. She wrapped herself in her stylish coat. Lucy never understood why Holly liked that coat so much. It stopped just above her knees and was more of a spring coat than a winter coat. Perhaps she misplaced her winter coat?

"Right." George dug through his things and pulled out a note pad. There were many things scribbled on it in quick messy handwriting.

Lucy didn't listen to the conversation. She started using her talents immediately; she just didn't trust this place.

Chris began her own work, and left the group in peace. She inspected her notes again before noticing two figures walking into the building. She stood ready to draw her weapon. As they got closer, she could see it was two living people. She eased.

"Anthony," she called to him, "your clients are here."

The group turned from their conversation to look at the new arrivals. A taller, heavier set man with slick grey hair and slight stubble. His ice blue eyes were laced with a tired expression. Next to him was a smaller boy with messy black hair, deeper blue eyes, and wasn't dressed as sharp as the man next to him. The older man walked over to Chris and shook her hand firmly. The group walked over to the men. After shaking Chris's hand, he shook Lockwood's.