Northern Downpour

Part 5

You laid your head on the table in front of you. Of course the cops had taken you and Bigby in for questioning. You couldn't really blame them; they were just doing their jobs, and they had no idea what was going on. But it was annoying.

Especially when they left you alone in an interrogation room for hours.

You just wanted out of here. You wanted to get out of here, get Bigby and go find the piece of shit who killed Faith and Snow. You didn't have time to sit here and wait for the mundy police, not when there was a killer on the loose taking off Fables' heads.

The door opened. You didn't move.

"Blue."

"Oh, thank God," you groaned, shooting up from your chair. "Tell me we can go."

Bigby nodded.

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You had not expected Crane to be driving you and Bigby back to the Woodlands. This was probably the most awkward car ride you'd ever had.

Crane was driving, Bigby was in the shotgun seat, and you were sitting behind him. None of you spoke. God, you couldn't wait to get out.

The sun had risen while you'd been at the police station. The light only made you feel worse.

"We, uh, found the Woodsman chained up to a post last night," Crane said. "That was your doing, correct?"

"Yeah," Bigby replied.

"Well, thanks to the two of you there's been some hope in this dreadful affair. I'm confident he has some information on the slayings. Bluebeard's been interrogating him, and he's already at the point of confession."

"Yeah, good. I've got questions for him."

"Well, we all do."

You just couldn't wait to see Bluebeard. You were so looking forward to that shit show.

"I know what you two are thinking," Crane continued. "It's been one full night and a slice of morning, and I already miss her too. You know, I never get more homesick than when one of us dies. And now, for it to be Snow... I've never been good with these sorts of things. I just can't believe this is happening."

You bit your tongue. As if he really cared, with the way he treated Snow. Bigby stayed silent as well. Crane went on as if it didn't matter.

"Our stories used to be so simple. We had a beginning, a middle, and an end. But ever since we moved to this awful city, everything's gotten so confused. Did she, um, give any indication as to what she was thinking? When you last saw her, I mean."

"She said she wanted to change things," Bigby replied. "Make it easier for Fables to get help when they need it."

You closed your eyes. If you could handle yourself for Faith, you could damn well handle yourself for Snow.

"I don't know what else to say," Crane said. "We have to--have to put an end to this."

He finally pulled up in front of the Woodlands and parked. "It's been two murders in as many days. If we don't unearth our culprit, and soon, there will likely be another on our doorstep tonight."

You got out of the car. Bigby followed.

"We'll get it done," he said.

Crane got out. "Please. For Miss White."

"We got it," Bigby snapped. He slammed the door behind him. The window cracked.

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