Chapter 113 - Acting on a Hunch
Char Char blinked as she immediately recognized the name of the shop that had issued the contract.
âLucky Pawn Shop⦠and it was signed by Yuzu too!â Char Char said to herself as she felt like she had stumbled across a significant clue.
She glanced over to Finn and Dr. Ilec, who were still conversing about the circumstances of Hakuyaâs disappearance. They hadnât noticed that sheâd found something interesting in the pile of belongings. In a split second decision Char Char folded up the scroll and tucked in discreetly into her pocket.
âThank you, Doctor.â Finn said, finishing up the conversation, âIâll take these belongings to the station and start investigating into his disappearance.â
âNo, thank you.â Dr. Ilec said, catching Char Charâs glance back to them, âAnd you too, Char Char.â
âOf course.â Char Char smiled, âDonât worry, weâll be coming back shortly with twelve cured patients! I promise!â
âLord Noga bless you.â Dr. Ilec couldnât help but smile back.
They left the tent and walked across the field toward the exit out of the fenced off area. The grass beneath their feet was damp and soggy from the previous nightâs rain. The hastily erected tents covered the field and formed a small, cramped town that was already bustling with the activity of doctors and nurses. There was a muted sense of exhaustion that pervaded the grounds. It was clear that many of them had worked through the night.
When they returned to front of the clinic the patients were already climbing up into the carriages with the help of the officers and several nurses. There were also two other individuals present and waiting to set off.
The first was a tall lady with tanned skin and long black hair. She was dressed in a black and red uniform similar to Char Charâs, though she also had additional gold embossery that indicated her higher status in the company. She had an exotic beauty to her and gave off a mature and capable air.
âFiruzeh!â Char Char waved enthusiastically, breaking off from Dr. Ilec and Finn to run ahead to Firuzeh.
âGood day, Char Char. I see that Iâve arrived at the right time.â Firuzeh said, âHow are you finding the uniform?â
âItâs fine.â Char Char replied with a bit of hesitation, âIâm not used to wearing the sword, though. It gets a lot of attention and I feel a bit awkward, especially since I donât even know how to hold it properly yet.â
âThatâs fine.â Firuzeh replied, âGetting accustomed to carrying it - both physically and socially - is an important part of your training.â
Char Char nodded. They had gone over the topic during the previous training session. Char Charâs role was purely to attend functions and act as a mouthpiece for the company, so strictly speaking such training was unnecessary. but her training was broader in scope. After all, she was now an Exalted, one with powers that needed to be cultivated and refined.
To her surprise, her grandfather had requested the Red Lion Security Company to give her a full training complement, including weapons and combat training. Char Char hadnât expected him to allow her to take such training, but happily agreed.
Sansen Zhao only had two stipulations. The first was that Char Char was to never actually be placed on any assignments involving an actual chance of danger. The second was that during her training she was to always be accompanied by a chaperone from the Zhao estate.
Today, as with yesterday, her assigned attendant was Sansenâs personal maid Chloe. She was standing next to Firuzeh wearing a simple black coat and long skirt. She was petite, with slender limbs and shoulder length brown hair. She wore a perpetually calm expression, never expressing her own thoughts unless directly prompted.
Chloe listened to Firuzeh and Char Charâs conversation without any reaction. She had also been present during the previous dayâs training, standing silently and attentively to the side. At first Firuzeh had tried to involve her in conversation, but she never got far. It was as if Chloe were a doll whose only interests were to watch over and cater to Char Charâs needs.
âAre we ready to go?â Char Char asked, seeing that the last of the patients had boarded the carriages.
âYes, it looks like it.â Finn answered as he walked over. Beside him was an officer who at first glance appeared to be a young man with short brown hair and a clear complexion, however closer examination showed that she was actually female. She was tall, with an athletic build and broad shoulders. She carried a metal baton and a pistol, which hung off of her belt.
Finn gestured towards her, âThis is Officer Wren. She will be in charge of the operation in my stead. Sheâs agreed to allow you three to go with them, on the stipulation that you listen to her commands.â
âThat is fine.â Firuzeh nodded, âThank you for your consideration.â
âNot at all.â Wren nodded with a smile. âChar Char seems to be the mastermind of all this, so itâs only fitting that she joins us.â
After a short exchange of farewells, Finn took his leave, taking one of the carriages back into the city. The rest of the ensemble finalized their arrangements and before long the three police carriages began rumbling away towards the forest.
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âWhere to?â The driver of Finnâs carriage asked him.
âCentral Headquarters.â Finn directed as he sat back in his seat.
He had a busy day in front of him. Today was the last day he had in his three-day assignment to investigate the entities responsible for the death of Chief Yun and his team. Despite having a lot of leads, though, he didnât feel like he had anything substantial enough to report.
His main theory was that the Marked Devout, who were Demonic Life cultists, were trying to resurrect their God, and that the monks from the Cloud Peak Monastery and the Heavens Gate Monastery were assisting them. He had proof that the Marked Devout was connected to Cloud Peak from the leather wristband that he had snatched from the guest room. From his research he knew that the weapon that killed Chief Yun was a signature of the Heavens Gate Monastery.
Edwin was a young monk from the Heavens Gate, told him that his master was in the area and had recently advanced. Thus, it was highly likely that Edwinâs master was Chief Yunâs murderer. Finn had intentionally kept Edwin in the dark about this detail of the case to maintain the young monkâs support and get a lead on the whereabouts of his master, Ming Ru.
Edwin was to inform Finn as soon as he heard anything about his master and report it to Finn before taking action. Given that the master was involved in this mess though, Finn only gave Edwin about a fifty percent chance of following through on his word. If Edwinâs master told Edwin to meet him in secret and not tell anyone, would he really go straight to the police? Probably not. That would be a new level of naievity.
Thus, his best lead was likely a dead end. Finn sighed in irritation as he stared out of the window, watching but not watching the city pass by from the shadow of the carriage.
His next best lead was Minnie, his colleague from the DVMP. Sheâd told him she was going to investigate the cabin, and was supposed to meet up with him last night to discuss her findings. However instead of meeting with him sheâd sent a hasty message that sheâd found a lead. Hopefully she found something and would share her results with Finn today. This was why he was now headed towards the headquarters to see if she had returned with new information.
The final lead was the most tenuous - it was the white maiden at the shrine. This mysterious deity had appeared out of nowhere and saved many lives from the Devileyes plague. Furthermore, she directly healed Char Char and offered to help people who were suffering from the infection. Though he didnât know her motives, at the very least Finn could tentatively assume she was not supporting the Marked Devout. This made her a possible ally to Noga and by association, himself.
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Her connection with Finnâs investigation had been revealed when Edwin had blurted out that the maiden had helped his master deliver the catalyst that advanced him to Candidate. Was she allied with the monks, then? Or perhaps they had made a deal.
If his other leads turned out to be dead ends, Finn could consider returning to the maidenâs shrine and praying to her. Perhaps she would help him. Or, in the worst case, she was actually working against the police and heâd be walking into his own doom. Still, that would be better than showing up empty-handed tomorrowâ¦
He was so deep in thought that he didnât notice that the shadows in the dark carriage had started twisting and coming to life. They emerged from the corners, spilling out like an infestation of insects. They skittered across the floor and walls of the cartâs interior, constantly shifting in shape, sometimes long and stretched, sometimes radial like a ball of hair. They churned about, forming spirals in the darkness, their illusory bodies lined with thin, segmented legs. They had no volume, only existing on the surfaces that were draped in shadow.
The whispers began softly, so soft that they were drowned out by the rumbling of the cart. The shadow insects crawled up Finnâs legs and arms and tangled themselves in his ash grey hair. As they crawled up his skin the whispers rose in volume, ebbing and flowing in waves. These mutterings were filled with the sounds of chittering and the buzzing of wings, interspersed with dry, hoarse laughter.
Finnâs eyes clouded over as he lost himself in the rhythm of the whispers, losing himself in the flow thoughts. His mind spiraled inward as he went over the facts of the case over and over again.
âForget the cultâ¦â He muttered quietly, âDue to various factors, the person who killed Chief Yun was most likely a monk - Edwinâs master. Moreover, all of the officers suffered similar wounds. Forensics determined that they were all killed by a single person.â
âHow can one monk defeat the entire team of Exalted? Werenât we the ones on the offensive? The operation took only seconds. Literally, less than thirty seconds. How could the enemy be so prepared? Luck?â
âNo. Not luck.â
He spoke to himself in a daze, muttering his thoughts out loud as if he were in a conversation with himself. The coarse illusory laughter echoed in his ears.
His brows furrowed as he looked down and saw the shadows that were squirming across the shadowed part of his arm. He did not panic, but kept repeating to himself in a trance, âIt wasnât luck.â
The carriage slowed to a stop as it pulled up outside the police station. There was a jostle as the driver hopped off his perch and went around the coach to the door. It opened with a clatter, letting the morning sun stream into the dark interior, chasing away the illusory forms from the shadows as Finn broke out of his reverie.
The driver looked at Finn expectantly, waiting for him to leave the carriage. To the driver nothing was amiss in the carriage.
Finnâs eyes regained some of their clarity as the illusory whispers vanished. He rotated his forearm, confirming that the shadows had disappeared.
âIt wasnât luck.â
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With a look of conviction on his face Finn walked across the stone tile path towards the building. The thick round pillars that lined the outside of the building cast long shadows across the entranceway. Though the sun was shining brightly, a shadow seemed to be cast across the headquarters.
Finn walked into the main doors with a brooding look on his face as he headed to the DVMP office on the third floor. Though he wasnât officially a part of the department anymore, he had been directing people to the office - specifically Anne, the receptionist - to contact him on matters regarding the case. This was both convenient and discreet, since the news of Finnâs transfer had not been publicly announced. Therefore only Anne and Chief Luan were officially aware of his change in duties.
As he climbed the stairs a familiar lanky officer caught his eye - it was his partner, Zwei Xing, who was slightly ahead of him and had not noticed Finnâs presence. The young officer had a tense look on his face as he took a turn off of the stairs on the second floor and headed down the hall. Finn paused at the landing for a moment before following behind Zwei without announcing his presence. Halfway down the hall Zwei stepped through an open set of doors.
Finn was familiar with this area of the headquarters, though he had only visited once on a brief tour. This was an office of another department - Organized Crime, led by Chief Bear. Since the doors were open Finn stopped outside the door and pretended to be waiting for someone, taking a quick peek inside to see what his partner was up to. Similar to the DVMP, there was an attendant at the desk and a waiting area with chairs, though it was smaller than the formerâs reception area.
âGood morning,â Zwei said as he walked up to the counter, âIs Chief Bernier in?â
âDo you have an appointment?â The man behind the desk asked, adjusting his glasses as he flipped through a planner in his hands.
âNo.â Zwei said.
âWhat are you looking for him for?â
âIâm conducting an investigation related to a case he headed.â Zwei said.
âAn investigation-â The receptionist paused, âWhat department are you from?â
âI canât say.â Zwei said, âHereâs my badge, if you need to check.â
âZwei Xing. Investigator.â The receptionist read from the inscription at the back with a look of disinterest, âNever heard of you.â
âDoes that matter?â Zwei asked.
The question seemed to irritate the receptionist, who placed the badge on the table in front of Zwei, âTell you what, when I see him next, Iâll let Chief Bear know you were looking for him.â
âIs he not in right now?â Zwei pressed.
âWho knows?â The officer shrugged, âHeâs a hard man to get ahold of.â
At this point Finn decided to walk into the room. He strode up to the desk, taking a spot beside Zwei without acknowledging him.
âIâm here to see the Chief.â Finn said.
âYou too, huh. Do you have an appointmentâ The receptionist said with a frown.
âTell him Finn Mackenzie is here to see him.â Finn said firmly, âI have a report to make.â
The officer paused, glancing towards Zwei with a frown.
âYouâre busy?â Finn asked, making a motion to step past the desk, âThis is urgent. How about I just go back there myself?â
âYou canât go back there without someone from the team escorting you.â The attendant rebutted as he stood up quickly to intercept Finn.
âThen be my escort. Or go and tell him Iâm here.â Finn frowned, âOr Iâll let him know you delayed my report.â
âLet- let me go check if heâs in.â The attendant said, quickly weighing the risks. âStay right here.â
Finn watched with amusement as the receptionist passed through the doors leading deeper into the department. The officer was so flustered he nearly tripped as he passed through the doorway.
Zwei raised an eyebrow at Finn, âYouâre looking for Chief Bernier too?â
âNo.â Finn shook his head with a sigh, âWhat are you doing flashing your badge? Thatâs like day one rookie stuff. Youâre not going to get anywhere trying to push your weight with that hunk of brass.â
âI was managing just fine.â Zwei glowered.
âRight. Good thing I just happened to pass by to save you from captain stonewall there.â Finn shrugged. After a moment he added carefully, âWhat are you looking for Chief Bear for?â
âI found some restricted files, but they can only be accessed with his approval.â
âDoes it have to do with⦠that?â Finn asked carefully. He was hesitant to directly make mention of the twisting shadows and whispers that theyâd both been hearing.
âYes, but⦠This isnât the place⦠Iâll tell you later.â Zwei said with a frown. He glanced towards the office doors that the attendant had passed through. With a casual tone he asked, âIs your name really enough to grant a meeting with the Chief?â
âWeâll see.â Finn said succinctly, letting Zwei fill in the blanks himself.
Though Finn had postured like he was someone of importance, the truth was he barely knew the Chief at all. He had only been introduced to Chief Bear by Chief Yun, back when he had joined the force and was trying to get accepted into the Forensics or Homicide departments. Chief Yun had given Finn a tour of the station and even arranged a meeting with Chief Vox and Chief West to introduce him to them.
As for Chief Bear, they bumped into him in the hallway by chance. The large, tan-skinned man with a heavy black beard had appraised him with cold eyes as Chief Yun cheerfully introduced Finn to him. Finn only managed to say a word of greeting before the Chief grunted that he was busy.
âBear, if my mentee here doesnât get assigned to Vox or West, youâll take him, right?â Chief Yun had grinned, not minding the other Chiefâs standoffish mood.
âSend his file to my receptionist.â Chief Bear said, brushing them off and heading down the hallway.
Chief Yun had looked at Finn with a wink, âDonât worry, Iâm meeting up with him for drinks later. Iâll make sure he remembers you.â
Finn had never heard back from Chief Bear or Organized Crime, but Chief Yunâs promise was what Finn was banking on from dropping his name. If Chief Bear remembered Finn at all, heâd link him to Chief Yun. From the sign in sheet at the morgue, Finn knew there were two Chiefs that had visited Chief Yunâs body prior to Finn: One was Chief Fang, the other was Chief Bear.
With Chief Yun now deceased, a spontaneous visit from his âmenteeâ would perhaps be curious enough to grant them a meeting.
After a few minutes, the receptionist returned. With a polite nod he held the doors open as he gestured for Finn to enter. âChief Bear will see you. Go down the hall and turn left at the end.â
âAh, he is in.â Finn nodded, then gave Zwei a small shove forward, âOfficer Xing, go and deliver the report to the Chief for me.â
âWait,â The receptionist frowned, casting an aggravated look at Finn, âI didnât say he could go. Chief Bear only agreed to meeting you.â
âYeah, well, weâre both on the same team so itâs equivalent.â Finn nodded for Zwei to go ahead. âUnless you want to go back and explain to the Chief why you didnât let my partner through.â
âBut- You canât-â The officer trembled as his face started turning red, at a loss for words as Zwei approached the doors. He could only hold the door open for Zwei, who nodded to him with a polite, ice cold smile.
âThanks.â
The receptionist could only fume silently to himself as he watched Zwei proceed down the hall towards the chiefâs office. Unable to stop Zwei from going, he turned back into the reception area, slamming the door behind him.
âAlright, you-!â He yelled, pointing his finger in accusation.
His words were cut short as he found himself shouting at an empty room.