Everything was just strange to them now. Captain Walsh paced the length of the room, his footsteps heavy and uncertain. Everything, everything they thought they knew was just getting so strange. The security protocols they'd relied on for years suddenly seemed as substantial as cobwebs.
The police chief doesn't quite understand what he was going to do. Walsh stopped at the window, staring at his reflection in the darkened glass. Thirty years on the force, eighteen months from retirement, and now this catastrophic failure under his watch.
"Commissioner Reyes wants an update," Officer Davis announced, hanging up his phone. "She'll be here in five."
Hopefully, this is definitely going to cost him his job. Walsh's shoulders slumped visibly at the news. And what is he going to do? He doesn't know. His fingers unconsciously traced the outline of the retirement brochures in his desk drawer—fishing cabins in Montana that now seemed like distant mirages.
