Chapter 8 - The Dirty Cop
Marcus grabbed Chloe's arm. He dragged her toward the stairs. "We're leaving. Now."
The heavy steel door at the top of the stairs slammed shut. A heavy deadbolt clicked into place.
The overhead fluorescent bulbs flickered to life.
A man leaned casually against the concrete wall, tossing a ring of keys in the air. The dirty detective from the precinct.
"Going somewhere?" the detective sneered.
Marcus shoved Sarah and Chloe behind him. He readied his fists.
But the detective moved too fast. A steel baton cracked across Marcus’s kneecap. He collapsed with a wet crunch.
The detective rolled him over and yanked his arms behind his back. He secured Marcus’s wrists with a thick plastic zip-tie.
Marcus recognized the knot immediately. The intricate, looping figure-eight. It was the exact same knot used to lock Eleanor's charred wooden box.
"Eleanor owns you," Marcus spat blood onto the floor.
The detective didn't answer. He pulled a syringe from his jacket pocket. The cylinder was filled with a bright, glowing blue liquid.
"Time to remember what you did to your real mother," the detective whispered.
He plunged the needle into Marcus's neck.
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The world instantly dissolved into black.
