Martinez tried so hard to keep her drama going but she was forced to laugh after seeing Lisa's reaction. She looked so pitiful like she was caught with a piece of candy that she was not supposed to be seen with. It was so hilarious to Martinez. "Look at your face, you were so scared, I was hoping to see tears but it didn't come out but nevertheless what do you want me to say?Like you said, it was my idea and you both took it, so I am happy for you. I know and I have said it again and again. Tom is old school, he doesn't even want to offer to pick you up at home because he feels your home is your safe house and your privacy.You won't want to give it out to just anyone. So he offered that you both should just meet at the beach. Well, he is a bit rusty. You might have to add grease on him.He will be as smooth as what you want if you can do just that.But to be frank. He is interested in you. But scared to put his eggs into another set of baskets, he loved his late wife and his daugh
As they got the station the atmosphere at the police station was thick with unease as Martinez, Rachel, and Tom all arrived to find chaos unfolding before them. The news of new casualties from yesterday's full moon had spread like wildfire, sending waves of shock rippling through the building. The usually bustling station now hummed with hushed whispers and worried murmurs.Tom clenched his jaw, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being there to protect his fellow officers. The images of their lifeless bodies flashed through his mind, haunting him. Tom was taken to go and look at his colleagues that were killed.When he got into the room with Martinez and Rachel where the bodies were kept in a body bag.Before doing a thing, Tom wore gloves on his hands, but he didn't put on a nose mask, a decision he'd regret soon enough. Tom slowly unzipped the body bag and the first thing that came out was the foul smell of the already he
The room was draped in an uncomfortable silence as Tom, brooded over the recent string of mysterious deaths that had been plaguing the town. His face lined with frustration, he sat behind his desk, smoke lingering around him from the cigarette he had taken refuge in. Martinez and Rachel, sat across from him, concern etched across their faces.Tom took a deep drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a haze. He exhaled slowly, the tendrils intertwining with the heavy atmosphere in the room. His voice came out in a low growl, laced with anger and despair."Dammit," he muttered, his eyes still fixed on the smoke. "I can't believe those officers are gone. And we still have no answers."Martinez shifted uncomfortably in her seat and glanced at Rachel, silently urging her to speak up. He knew the pain Tom was feeling, but they needed to address the mounting pressure they were all under."Tom," Rachel began hesitantly, "I know it's hard, but we need to find a way to break t
Emily stood in front of the ornate doors of the church, her phone buzzing in her hand. She glanced down at the screen, recognizing her father's number flashing across it. With a sigh, she swiped her finger across the screen and put the phone to her ear."Hey, Dad," she greeted, a hint of frustration in her voice. "What's up?""Emily, where are you?" her father's voice came through the speaker, laced with worry."I'm outside the church, about to go in and see Father John," Emily replied, slightly annoyed by her father's sudden concern.Tom paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice tense. "Are you sure it's safe, Em? Maybe you should come home. I don't like the sound of this.""Dad, I'm fine. I'm just going to talk to Father John. It's no big deal," Emily reassured him, rolling her eyes even though her father couldn't see her. She knew he was overprotective, but this level of worry was out of character.Tom hesitated before finally saying, "Alright, but please be careful, Emi
Tom slammed his cellphone shut, his face contorted with anger. His daughter, Emily, had just informed him that she was going to see Father John at the church. The thought of her venturing into a place of worship sent shivers down his spine, filling him with unwarranted rage.Sensing his distress, Martinez, Tom's colleague and confidante, walked over and gently patted him on the back. "Hey, buddy," she said cautiously, "Is everything okay? You seem overly angry."Tom took a deep breath, struggling to keep the boiling fury within him under control. "Emily… Emily went to see Father John at the church," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and anger.Rachel, another colleague who had been engrossed in her work nearby, overheard their conversation and raised an eyebrow. "Wait, Tom, isn't that the same church people go to on Sundays? Why are you so worked up about Emily visiting Father John?"Tom's voice trembled as he tried to explain himself. "I don't know, Rachel. It's j
When Rachel was done walking away, Tom stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.Emily tried talk, but Tom wouldn't let her. "Me first, Emily." Tom said and Emily went ahead to sit on her bed."About earlier... I wasn't angry at you, I wasn't trying to get you angry either. I was having a bad morning and when I heard you weren't at home, I couldn't just take it." "I understand, dad." Emily replied him, attempting to end the conversation before it even began."No, let me finish. I know you think of me as being overprotective and not knowing boundaries, but trust me, I'm only doing all these out of love and concern, and this morning I got to the office and saw more reasons why I need to be more protective of you." Tom explained with tears welled in his eyes.Emily who was casual about the conversation, became overly concerned in a split second. "What happened, dad?" "I went to the office this morning to meet two of my officers dead in a horrible manner. I won't be able to fo
As Martinez, Rachel, and Lisa sat in the living room, engaged in idle conversation, they couldn't help but sense the tension lingering in the air after Emily's conversation with her father, Tom. The weight of their words weighed heavily on everyone's minds, leaving room for anticipation to grow.Emily and Tom emerged from her room, finally concluding their discussion. Before they could take a breath, Tom's phone began to vibrate insistently on the coffee table. He picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, recognizing the name of the governor's representative, Mr. Bolton. Tom hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer or not, but he knew it was important and finally pressed the accept button."Hello, Mr. Bolton," Tom's voice resonated with a mix of curiosity and concern. As the conversation ensued, his eyes darkened, and his forehead furrowed with worry. "Alright, I'll be right there," he concluded and hung up the phone, his mind processing the urgency behind Mr. Bolton's
After the meeting, Mr. Bolton left the station and headed into his car. "Drive!" He yelled at the driver and immediately, the driver kick-started the car.Mr. Bolton brought out his phone and dialed the governor's phone, after ringing for what seemed like an eternity the called was finally picked, but by the governor's secretary. "Hello, who is this?" the secretary asked on the phone."Mary, you better redirect this call to the governor before I lose it!!" Mr. Bolton yelled at her so loud the the driver shook."Okay... okay, sir." Mary replied, shakingly. Then, she beeped the telephone to redirect the call to the governor."Bolton?" The governor said as he picked the call."Yes, sir. I just left the station, sir." Bolton replied the governor with a much calm voice compared to the way he spoke to Mary and his driver, earlier."So, what's what? Any update from Tom?" The governor asked in anticipation of a good work or maybe a lead."No, you know how calm Tom is, that's why I don't like