Somehow, that Piper girl weaseled her way in with this Carver, and even more miraculously; she was shirking work to come “assist” in whatever way possible. Honestly, her work ethic disgusted him. If you had no pride in what you were doing there was no point in doing it. Even Carver seemed dedicated to whatever role he’d chosen for himself.
Still, throughout the entire conversation, Chris remained silent and chose instead to get inside his vehicle and at least make sure it was still turning on. When the engine roared to life just as Piper took her motorcycle from out behind the shop, Chris was already beginning to get back on the road, and again he sighed as he headed back in the direction he came from instead of back to the city he called him and the office that he called his work space. His head ached ever so slightly from the previous conversation as one of the veins in his wrist popped out for a moment, but Chris was like an arrowhead. With a target chosen, he was going straight towards it and not stopping for everything.
He didn’t know this “Cutter” fellow. From the sounds of it he was some washed-up human being who stopped be a productive member of society a while ago. Add drunkenness to the profile… Chris didn’t like this guy already, and he hadn’t even met him at this point.
The narrow road spiraled past small, decrepit houses and the occasional local business. The town central needed a fresh coat of paint and some TLC for sure as it felt as though no one had thought of fixing things for years, or rather no one had the money to fix it. Maybe there was one brand-name store sitting around, but Chris was here to do one thing in specific, which is why he pulled back into the parking lot of the police station and took what was probably a few more minutes than he should have to park the vehicle. Piper pulled in beside him, with Carver on the opposite side, but Chris was a few steps ahead of the other too even if they caught up rather quickly. Chris didn’t like working with other people. Regardless of what they’d said or done for him, he still couldn’t trust them. He couldn’t trust anyone, really. Not when all these people were despicable and lazy.
You’re a monster, too… a voice in his head murmured, but he pushed it away as he always did.
The station itself was tiny. A couple of chairs laid out to sit in at the front, next to an old, crochety desk at which one woman in uniform sat. Officer Trish was the junior officer around here, which wasn’t saying much because there were only two of them, but her face was angled and narrow and she seemed dedicated to protecting this hopeless state of decay they called a town. There was a bit of a cubicle divider in the back, as well a hallway of simple tiles that led back to their one holding cell. A coffee machine and a small box of breakfast pastries was sitting behind the reception desk, and, save for the hum of an air conditioning/heating unit, it was basically silent.
Officer Pierce was there to greet them. An older man whose hairline was receding. The paleness never seemed to leave his rotund features, and the incoming greyness that he tried to hide behind his cap was a marker that this man was probably only a couple years off of retiring. He was most likely hoping to drift through those last years without too much trouble.
Despicable.
“Oh, yer back!” He said surprised as he watched the trio pile in through the door, “Change your mind about the-uh, situation?”
“Pierce,” Chris sighed, “Your friend here suggested I come back and see the ‘victim’ one last time.”
He wasn’t fully aware of the context of his and Carver’s relationship and frankly; he didn’t care. What he did care about was setting things straight so he could go home.
His knuckles cracked as he pressed them under his thumbs.
“Well, if you think that will-“
“Shut up.” Chris snapped, causing Trish to step out of her chair. He ground his teeth and stared back at Pierce.
“Officer… I need to see it again, but you’re probably not going to like the conclusion I come to. Based on what Carver’s been telling me, you’ve been given a relatively similar conclusion from various different sources. Do you still have the pictures?”
The man grumbled and nodded, and after a few moments, he was waving them on through. Chris locked eyes with Carver for a moment as he consciously chose to ignore Piper’s presence as the group was led back into a small evidence room.
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