As it was with the last story, I am a bit late. I started the story when the challenge was up, but didn’t have the inspiration to write the rest.
Luckily I do have the motivation to finish what I started, so the story is finished, 2 weeks after the deadline.
The challenge was to roll on a table of subgenres and write a story with two of them.
I rolled a 16 (Magical realism) and an 18 (Noir), if I rolled this good during Pathfinder I would have been a happy girl, but hey..
So after some research and some time, here is my story!
The case of the slaughtered fairy
“I’m not giving you anymore, you’ve had enough.” the bartender said to the detective sitting at the far end of the bar. He was well over his daily limit but he needed the high. He had just started to work a new case and this one was brutal. Ever since he began as a homicide detective, Steve spiraled down from a pessimist to a cynic.
His addiction to fairy dust started slow, but nowadays he was reliant on the stuff. Every night he came to the same bar and snorted his way through the night. Steve always allowed himself three hits, but tonight he was asking for a sixth.
The fairy dust was potent stuff. You still recognized the normal reality, but all your cares and troubles went away for a while. For a detective, working supernatural cases, it was a welcoming way out of all the misery. Especially this case; a young fairy, brutally murdered by a mage. She was left on display in the harbor, right next to one of the offices of the fairies.
For Steve it was always hard to visit the crime scene. Not only were the scenes always brutal, but the dried up blood pulled his vampire urges right to the surface. Sometimes it was helpful, as he could sniff a blood trail for miles. This time it led him to an unconscious male near one of the loading docks.
The murder scene clearly indicated the act was done by a mage, due to the spell marks on the body of the fairy. The male they found, Jim, wasn’t registered as a mage, but nowadays with all the troubles, that wasn’t uncommon.
Jim screamed bloody murder when he was arrested and kept on telling everyone he was innocent. For now, everything indicated he wasn’t a mage, but the precinct didn’t have the tools to prove him right. It was unsettling for Steve. He was happy they caught a man for such a massacre but something in the back of his mind was itching him. His subconscious kept telling him Jim was innocent, but he suppressed the feelings.
The cop that helped him to process the perp was also still bothering Steve. He was a little too happy with the arrest and a little too rough on the perp. Something in the cop’s demeanor stuck with Steve and the more he was thinking about it, the more it bothered him. Could he be dealing with a corrupt policeman?
Steve hoped his gut feeling was wrong because calling Internal Affairs was the last thing he wanted to do.Not only were they annoying as hell, they would also question him and his ways. Having his addiction discovered could have consequences regarding his own job. And although he got addicted because of his job, he didn’t want to lose it for the world.
Steve asked the bartender for the third time if he could have a last hit. As he suspected he refused and Steve got up and decided to go home. He knew he wouldn’t sleep, but it was better than sitting in the bar ‘till dawn. As he stepped out of the bar he put up the collar of his jacket to shield himself a little bit from the rain.
It seemed to rain more and more these days, and the nights seemed to get darker every time he came out of the bar. By the time he came home he was soaked, and crankier than ever. He pulled off his clothes until his underwear, grabbed a bottle of Scotch and crashed onto the bed.
Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling he thought about his case. From the first phone call until going to the bar, he overthought every step. As he put the bottle of Scotch to his mouth, something dawned on him. He got up from the bed and grabbed the case file. He sat down at the table with it and the bottle of Scotch and started reading.
Steve grabbed an unopened envelope from the stack of unread mail and scrambled around for a pen. He wrote some stuff down and took another sip. The more he read the file, the clearer the case seemed to become. Steve still needed to check some things so he took a quick shower and got dressed.
He hurried to the precinct and his colleagues were surprised to see their boss in the office so early in the morning. Passing the pantry he grabbed a cup of coffee and locked himself in his office. He clicked his pen nervously as he waited for the computer to start up.
As soon as he could he typed in the name of the policeman and started to read his personnel file. Constantly taking notes he looked up Jim, the man they had in custody for the murder. The case became more and more clear and after a few hours of cross checking everything, he knew the answers.
Steve dreaded the next step and kept postponing it. He went for a smoke outside, grabbed another cup of coffee, chatted with a couple of officers, but after a few hours he knew he couldn’t put it off anymore. He closed the blinds looking into the office, locked his door and grabbed the phone.
“Internal affairs, good morning with Bob.” He heard on the other end of the phone.
“Good morning, detective Steve McGull, downtown precinct. I want to report a corrupt policeman who murdered a fairy yesterday.”
The rest of the phone call was as awful as Steve had thought. He made an appointment with the investigator in an hour at their office. Seeing Internal Affairs in their own precinct could alarm the policeman in question, and Steve wanted to avoid that. Until IA was fully briefed, he didn’t want to let anyone know what was going on. He put together his whole case file and left the bureau.
It took him three hours to explain everything and talk over all the details. The investigator came to the same conclusion Steve had made and he was happy Steve had come to them. Most officers refused to get IA involved and luckily the investigator understood, but was glad Steve had called.
Coming back to his own precinct, Steve knew they would come to arrest the corrupt policeman soon and he sat in his office, waiting with a heavy weight on his heart. Lucky for him, most officers knew not to disturb the cranky detective, so they didn’t come to him asking why he was sitting in the dark. As soon as he saw IA come in his heart sank.
From his office he could see the investigator and his colleague stepping over to the desk of the corrupt policeman. For some reason the cop looked surprised, but you could see it wasn’t sincere. The rest of the office was shocked to see the cop getting arrested by IA. The gossip started the minute the threesome went around the corner.
Steve hung around his office for a little while before returning to the floor again. Even though no one knew Steve called IA, he had the feeling everyone could see it written on his face. Calling IA on a colleague was almost equal to ratting someone out inside the mafia.
Steve was engaged in some small talk when he saw the chief nodding at him. He excused himself to his colleagues and again had a dreading feeling in his stomach. The talk went better than expected. His chief was proud of him for calling IA and handling it the way he did. He was less happy that Steve hadn’t informed him sooner, but understood why he hadn’t done it.
Although Steve thought he would feel better after hearing the cop had pleaded guilty, somehow he still felt bad for giving him up to IA. They could set a man free who wasn’t guilty, and lock up a murderer, but for Steve it wasn’t satisfying.
He was already thinking about his first line of fairy dust when the call came in. A vampire murdered in a known blood bar. It was business as usual again, but Steve felt the case of the corrupted cop would have more effect on him than he could ever guessed.