Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

chapter 7

Chapter 7
They both went back to the precinct.

“Ari, there is only one thing common in them,” Ryan said when he saw Rhea and Arias walking in
.
“I know. We even know the murderers.” Arias said to Ryan.

“But we don’t have any evidence to support” Rhea added.

Ryan looked at Arias and then Rhea, unbelievably confused with the duo. Putting two and two together unlike average human beings, he smiled.

“You both perhaps know the murderers but I know the reason behind it, I think,” Ryan smirked.

“Let's hear it, Ryan.” Arias seemed like challenging him.

“Illegitimate children.”

“I have said many times you say stupid things, Ryan but now I know you are bona fide idiot.” Arias scoffed. “Who cares about love child in this century?” but then his eyes went wide.

‘This is it. This is what Tristan was telling us about. A cult. This could happen, they could kill people born to affairs and flings’ His thoughts were all clear to Rhea who was listening to Arias's mind.

“You are acting like they are priests or something.” Ryan laughed.

“Funny that you mentioned priests,” Arias said.

“They are priests?” Ryan’s eyes went wide.

“A cult. A cult that hadn’t been much active for many years. Especially they had been abiding law all over America. KKK.” Rhea said, “At least that’s what Tristan Seyfarth told us.” Arias look at her with a warning.

“Tristan, the fangmaster?” Ryan asked, “You worked him?” Ryan was looking at Arias. Arias winked.

“Behave! Or he’ll run out of bones to break.” Ryan warned Arias. Arias just rolled his eyes up.
Rhea’s eyes went wide. Ryan knew?

“KKK. I thought they were just part of history books. That will be tough. They are like Nazis.” Ryan said.

“You should tell Hope to be careful, Ryan. We don’t know how they find victims but better be safe than sorry.” Arias gravely spoke to Ryan. Hope was Ryan's half-sister. A fling of his father during a business trip. Ryan just nodded.

He took out his phone and went to talk to her.

“About Tristan. It was barbaric!” Rhea let out her anger towards Callahan, “You broke the rules by harming a civilian.!

“Bend. Not broke, Timmons.” Arias said indifferently.

“You broke his three fingers!” Rhea almost yelled. Arias placed a hand on her mouth and dragged her in most remote corners.

“Listen, Timmons, we have to make hard choices and play dirty to get results.” Arias' voice was stern, “his hand will heal in a few weeks. We are saving lives on the coast of his hands.”

“For that, we don’t have to hurt him, Callahan.” She said.

“Hard choices always hurt, Rhea.” He used her name the first time. ”You have to get hurt when you made a bad choice, sometimes just because you make a choice. It doesn’t have to be good or bad.” She heard the pain in his voice. It wasn’t about Tristan. Then she saw a picture of his mind. A trio of boys she knew very well in her childhood. In an instant, he erased his thoughts.