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“Who is going to try to sneak in here?! So stupid we even have to scan and can’t just come in.”
If only they knew.
They brush past me without giving me a second glance, and I shake my head with relief as they disappear around the corner, oblivious.
That was way too easy.
I continue walking with purpose, maintaining the facade as I pass by two more officers and an administrative clerk, giving them a curt nod, keeping my focus on the tug in my body.
As I move past the door to the evidence room, a sudden surge of pain radiates through my chest, causing me to suck in a sharp breath to suppress any audible reaction.
My gaze briefly shifts to the window providing a glimpse into the room before scanning my surroundings.
I don’t need to remind myself of the risks and potential consequences involved in breaking into a police station and impersonating law enforcement.
It’s not lost on me that this is a federal crime.
Part of me wonders if Caspian would bail me out or if he’d simply use his authority to force me to help him while in federal prison.
Logic tells me it’s the latter, but there’s a small voice in my head hoping otherwise.
With a racing heart, I swipe my badge on the scanner next to the evidence room’s entrance and a fresh wave of relief washes over me as the light flickers green.
2–0 so far, Caspian.
I push the door open and slip inside, letting it slide closed quietly behind me as I look around.
I pivot my body gradually, acutely aware of the twinge of pain, intensifying in response to the amulet’s proximity. Gauging the discomfort and positioning, I estimate that it’s situated on the opposite side of the room, concealed around the corner from where I stand now.
With deliberate movements I slowly move closer, taking care to minimize the strain on my body. An assortment of boxes and bags filled with evidence line the shelves along the walls and I start by examining the bottom section.
To my dismay, the boxes on the first two rows are filled with things, but I come up empty. I grasp a box from the third row and pull it close to my chest, the intense tug subsides and excitement rifles through me.
Squatting down, I delve into its contents, sifting through them methodically. Eventually, my fingers come across a bag that holds a weighty, round object that clatters lightly with the sound of metal and glass. Coupled with the palpable relief in my body, it becomes evident that I have found what I came for, and I tear open the bag.
The amulet portrays clouds with lightning bolts emanating from them submerged in the same liquid as the others. I carefully conceal them beneath my shirt as footsteps echo down the hallway, and as they grow closer, my heart pounds relentlessly in my chest.
I quickly tuck the empty evidence bag into my bra and return the box to its original position on the shelf just as the door on the opposite side of the room swings open.
“I just need to put this away real quick.” a male voice reverberates from the hallway.
Ducking behind the rows of shelves, I freeze. Listening intently as the footsteps enter the room. I mimic their movements to keep distance, shifting away as they walk down an aisle. As the person reaches a nearby shelf, I hear evidence bags being shuffled and the distinct sound of an envelope being placed down.
The footsteps recede to the hallway, accompanied by the soft click of the door closing. Finally, I allow myself to exhale.
I need to get out of here and find Darian.
I cautiously approach the door, glancing out of the window to quickly assess the deserted hallway. Taking a deep breath, I mentallybrace myself for what lies ahead, knowing that the most challenging part of this is yet to come.
I stride purposefully toward the admin reception, determined to maintain my authoritative demeanor as I reach the front desk. I hand over my badge to the officer on duty, my expression neutral yet confident.
I introduce myself with a flat tone, “Detective Klensa.”
The receptionist scans my badge and offers me a warm smile, asking, “What can I do for you today, Detective Klensa?”
I deadpan my response, “I’m here to speak with an individual you have detained. The cemetery body snatcher.”
Surprise briefly flickers across her face, but she quickly regains her composure. “Uh, I-I’m sorry, Detective. I wasn’t aware we’d have any questioning today for that suspect. He’s currently in isolation for resisting officers and being uncooperative.”
