>>5788237The line moves quickly, thankfully. Still, by the time you’re taken into the bowels of the <span class="mu-s">COAST GUARD SHIP</span>, you can still feel your heart trying to pound its way out of your chest!
“Wait here, kid.”
Stopping you in front of one of countless rooms below deck, the police officer escorting you waits quietly until the door is opened from within the room!
“Have a good one!”
The familiar, cheerful voice freezes your blood dead in its tracks long before you lock eyes with its owner: a portly, jolly-looking man with a buzz-cut, a brush-style mustache, and a tan dress shirt covered in coffee stains.
“Ho<span class="mu-i">LY</span> SHIT!” The detective remarks with pleasant disbelief, “Hey Cain, guess who your next speed date is!”
Your brain wants to get out and run, but your body’s not so lucky–freezing in place, you’re powerless to resist as the familiar man wraps an arm around your shoulders and ushers you into the room!
“How ya’ been, squirt? Stayin’ outta’ trouble?”
You know his name, of course: <span class="mu-s">DETECTIVE MACK ENSELMANN–</span>but it’s not <span class="mu-i">him</span> you’re mortified by…
It’s the man with black hair, green eyes, and a dour expression sitting across the austere metal table that does it.
“Small-fuckin’ world, huh, Ca-”
“Shut the hell up, Mack.” Snaps the detective as he shifts his dead-fish gaze in your direction. “Should have known you’d be a part of this mess…” Clicking his pen, the detective gestures to the folding chair across from him.
“Sit.”
Silently obliging, you take a seat and instantly wince at the stiff metal seat. You get the feeling it’s intentional. Glancing in the detective’s direction, you can’t tell if he wants you to start talking or if he’s just eyeballing you, so you decide to take the initiative if only to get this over with as soon as possible.
You haven’t used the word in a while, but you somehow manage to get it out of your lips and across the table.
<span class="mu-i">Dad</span>...
>CONTD. 