Late-morning fogs were rare in the capital this time of year. Drayco watched the misty layer of clouds thin, allowing the ghostly shapes to morph into trees and buildings. It was eerily beautiful. He and Sarg stood in front of the apartment complex as they waited for the two MPD officers to exit ahead of them.
Drayco and Sarg trudged up the one flight of dimly lit stairs and onto a landing where the door to one room was propped open. As in Cailan’s apartment seven days ago, Sarg handed Drayco a pair of nitrile gloves. “They’ve been through most of it. Promised to let us in if we used these.”
This time, it was Shannon’s apartment, where an officer in uniform was bent over a stack of papers he flipped through. He looked up with an annoyed expression on his face, which quickly relaxed. “Dra
