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From Beck’s perspective, Aava’s reaction to the Volkswagen was… troubling. Was there something wrong with her? Surely she couldn’t have been isolated from society in the interim since Evren last saw her, right? How could she have gotten all the way to Massachusetts if she didn’t know what a car was? She decided it was time to go back to Boston, at least for a few days; the boonies were getting a little weird.
When Aava seemed to be settled, Beck walked around the car to get behind the wheel. She got into the car and turned the engine over, the car coming to life with a low growl that caused a gentle rumble through the vehicle.
Her mind kept returning to the tears, and the power this girl seemed to possess. Beck reached behind the console to a cupholder and retrieved a plain thermos, unscrewed the lid, and handed the container to Aava; it was full of water.
The detective pulled into the lot of a brick municipal building on the north edge of town, and parked in front of a large concrete planter with nothing growing in it. Another female officer was waiting at the door and came to the car and escorted Hayato inside, bringing him down a hallway to a larger open room with cluttered desks and leading him to a holding cell built into the far wall. She put him in the cell and, through the purpose-built slot in the bars, uncuffed him. Wordlessly she left him be, leaving back down the hall. The detective lieutenant followed shortly, now holding a manila folder and an iPad, seeming to flip through images as she walked from one end of the room to the other to reach another door, which she disappeared behind. Minutes later the two cops from earlier lead Evren into the same large room. He’d clearly given up any kind of resistance, being easily pushed by the younger Holt, who uncuffed him and let him into the room Merit had gone into. Holt flashed a quick glare at Hayato before leaving as well with his partner Booth. The female officer returned with grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt, and handed them to Hayato through the bars.
An hour passed before the female officer returned and retrieved Evren from the room, leading him over to the cell where Hayato was waiting. With a slight nudge he stumbled into the cell, righting himself with a step and darting his eyes quickly to Hayato. He looked quite different; raven hair gone in favor of short brown locks, skin still fair but now lightly freckled. His face was no longer gaunt, now full and even a bit rosy, with a small birdlike nose. A completely different person, but to the keen senses of a werewolf, still the same smell and energy.
Evren said nothing as he kept his eyes locked on Hayato but took a small, cautious step away from him. His eyes were blown wide, though he didn’t look truly fearful; rather he seemed high-strung, a bit too alert for his own good. The female cop pulled Hayato out of the cell and lead him by the shoulder to the same room, closing the door behind him. The room was plain, with only a simple white folding table and two light wooden chairs on either side. Sunlight was streaming through the blinds on the window opposite the door. The detective was sitting behind the table, now with a small stack of folders but still skimming through something on the iPad. She had taken her campaign hat off and set it beside her on the table, revealing her curly bright orange hair that came just past her ears. She looked up from the tablet and locked it, giving Hayato a sly look as she met his gaze. ”I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself. I’m detective lieutenant Sheridan Merit, with the Massachusetts State Police. Sit down.”
From Beck’s perspective, Aava’s reaction to the Volkswagen was… troubling. Was there something wrong with her? Surely she couldn’t have been isolated from society in the interim since Evren last saw her, right? How could she have gotten all the way to Massachusetts if she didn’t know what a car was? She decided it was time to go back to Boston, at least for a few days; the boonies were getting a little weird.
When Aava seemed to be settled, Beck walked around the car to get behind the wheel. She got into the car and turned the engine over, the car coming to life with a low growl that caused a gentle rumble through the vehicle.
Her mind kept returning to the tears, and the power this girl seemed to possess. Beck reached behind the console to a cupholder and retrieved a plain thermos, unscrewed the lid, and handed the container to Aava; it was full of water.
The detective pulled into the lot of a brick municipal building on the north edge of town, and parked in front of a large concrete planter with nothing growing in it. Another female officer was waiting at the door and came to the car and escorted Hayato inside, bringing him down a hallway to a larger open room with cluttered desks and leading him to a holding cell built into the far wall. She put him in the cell and, through the purpose-built slot in the bars, uncuffed him. Wordlessly she left him be, leaving back down the hall. The detective lieutenant followed shortly, now holding a manila folder and an iPad, seeming to flip through images as she walked from one end of the room to the other to reach another door, which she disappeared behind. Minutes later the two cops from earlier lead Evren into the same large room. He’d clearly given up any kind of resistance, being easily pushed by the younger Holt, who uncuffed him and let him into the room Merit had gone into. Holt flashed a quick glare at Hayato before leaving as well with his partner Booth. The female officer returned with grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt, and handed them to Hayato through the bars.
An hour passed before the female officer returned and retrieved Evren from the room, leading him over to the cell where Hayato was waiting. With a slight nudge he stumbled into the cell, righting himself with a step and darting his eyes quickly to Hayato. He looked quite different; raven hair gone in favor of short brown locks, skin still fair but now lightly freckled. His face was no longer gaunt, now full and even a bit rosy, with a small birdlike nose. A completely different person, but to the keen senses of a werewolf, still the same smell and energy.
Evren said nothing as he kept his eyes locked on Hayato but took a small, cautious step away from him. His eyes were blown wide, though he didn’t look truly fearful; rather he seemed high-strung, a bit too alert for his own good. The female cop pulled Hayato out of the cell and lead him by the shoulder to the same room, closing the door behind him. The room was plain, with only a simple white folding table and two light wooden chairs on either side. Sunlight was streaming through the blinds on the window opposite the door. The detective was sitting behind the table, now with a small stack of folders but still skimming through something on the iPad. She had taken her campaign hat off and set it beside her on the table, revealing her curly bright orange hair that came just past her ears. She looked up from the tablet and locked it, giving Hayato a sly look as she met his gaze. ”I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself. I’m detective lieutenant Sheridan Merit, with the Massachusetts State Police. Sit down.”