All Chapters of The Dark Game : Chapter 1
- Chapter 6
6 chapters
Prologue
The woods were swallowed by an impenetrable darkness, the kind that presses against the eyes and steals every sense of direction. Only the low, ceaseless drone of crickets and the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze broke the silence. Then a scream ripped through the air—high, desperate, raw—echoing between the trees like a dying note that refused to fade.“Stupid bitch,” a low, raspy voice hissed, very cold and barely louder than the wind itself. “Screaming for help in a place where no one will ever hear you.”The figure stood motionless, cloaked in shadow so thick it seemed to drink the moonlight. Gloved hands cradled a crumpled sheet of paper, the edges worn thin from being handled too many times. The charcoal sketch on it was rough, almost feverish: a woman’s face frozen in terror, eyes bulging, mouth stretched in a silent wail. The figure tilted its head, studying the drawing with unnerving patience, as though memorizing every line of her fear.“What was her name again… Ru
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One
12:59The sirens ripped through the quiet of the upscale neighborhood, a raw, screaming sound that felt utterly alien among the manicured hedges and a wrought-iron fence to a potted olive tree, a flimsy barrier against the leaking dapolished sports cars. In front of "Michelin's," a club that usually whispered of money and discretion, the scene was a chaotic contradiction. Police cars were angled haphazardly across the pristine cobblestone driveway, their spinning blue and red lights painting the minimalist facade in frantic strokes. The ubiquitous yellow tape-"CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS"-was strung fromthe darkness within.Another one. The first this week, but the seventh this month. The pattern was a grim, tightening noose around the precinct's neck. All women. All lost. All just trying to survive. Detective Davon Deshaun felt the weight of each one like a stone in his pocket.He sought a moment of fractured quiet, leaning against the cold, familiar door of his unmarked black Camry. Th
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Two
11:58 A.M.The autumn wind carried a bite that seared the lungs, a dry, cold burn that tasted of decaying leaves and distant winter. Davon Deshaun stepped out of his Honda Civic, the door groaning shut with a sound of tired metal. His eyes were drawn upward, not to the imposing LAPD complex, but to a single, skeletal oak tree fighting a losing battle against the season. Its last few leaves, brittle and brown, were being ripped away one by one by the relentless gust, spiraling into a chaotic dance before skittering across the asphalt. It felt like a portent.He shoved his car keys into the pocket of his worn leather coat, its familiar smell of coffee and old rain a small comfort. His gaze swept the garage, inventorying by habit. His Civic, a silver Camry, and then—a Porsche Cayenne, sleek and dark as a panther. His stomach tightened. Gerardo and Claire were already here. He was late.He ran a hand through his hair, a chaotic mess of black curls he’d given up on taming before the sun ha
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Three
1:07 P.M.The county morgue's silence felt heavier than any crime scene's chaos. For Detective Davon Deshaun, each step on the polished linoleum echoed with the ghosts of past failures. The air carried a frigid blade of antiseptic and latent decay that clung to the back of his throat.He shoved his hands deeper into his leather jacket pockets, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of worn leather. His eyes found their anchor in the administrative bay: Samantha, a robust woman with rich chocolate skin, her hair perfectly tucked under a crisp black beret. Her uniform strained pleasantly around her soft middle, a testament to the half-eaten salami sandwich on her desk."Heyyy gurl!" Samantha's voice boomed through the quiet. Detective Claire McGuire offered a weary smile, the tension from their Starbucks trip still evident in her shoulders."Keeping the lights on, Sam?" Claire said."Someone's gotta." Samantha winked at Davon. "Deshaun. You'll scare the corpses back to life with that fac
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Four
A dry, cold wind, the true breath of autumn, whipped down the city canyon, sending a skittering cascade of brittle, brown leaves across the hood of Davon's Civic. He sat inside, engine off, after leaving the Micheline, listening to the wind moan around his car and the slow, rhythmic tick-tick-tick of the cooling engine. The confrontation with Mateo had left a grimy film on his spirit. He needed the cold, hard facts that only one place could provide.He started the car and drove to the morgue, the skeletal branches of the trees along the parkway clawing at a charcoal-gray sky.The county morgue at night was a different entity. The daytime administrative bustle was gone, replaced by a profound, humming silence. The automatic doors hissed shut behind him, sealing him in a world of stainless steel and chilled air. The corridor was flooded with stark, uncompromising light, erasing all shadows and, it seemed, all warmth.The reception desk was occupied by a woman he hadn't seen before. She
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Five
The air in the Suds 'n Bubbles Laundromat was a thick, visible fog, heavy with the cloying scent of cheap floral detergent and the damp, metallic breath of a hundred spinning drums. It was a place where time felt suspended, measured only in cycles and rinse cycles. For Detective Davon Deshaun, the only thing that mattered was the twitchy young man in the plastic chair-Silas.His eyes were the tell. They weren't just nervous; they were calculating, darting from Claire's cool, unblinking assessment to Davon's own bulk, which strategically blocked the path to the grimy glass door and the freedom of the street beyond. Davon saw the moment the calculation ended and instinct took over. It was a subtle shift in the shoulders, a coiling of the spine. The kid was a spring about to snap.Silas moved with a feral suddenness that was startling. A guttural, wordless cry ripped from his throat as he drove his feet into the floor, kicking the plastic chair backward with all his strength. It shot int
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