intermittently. The muscles were enormous, almost comical. But the metal suit caught his attention above everything else. It looked solid, like a steel door, but it moved with the figure. It was flexible. William had never seen a metal capable of doing that.
“What the hell is that?” William mumbled.
Heather shook her head. “Whatever it is, I think we’re going to need more men.”
William flinched as the man broke the neck of a teller and flung the body on the floor like a wet towel. The figure then went outside where the cameras didn’t have a good view, but at one point he could see a police cruiser flipping over and over until it was out of the frame.
The video ended and William asked to watch it again. He pushed past Heather and stood no more than a couple of feet from the monitor as he watched the figure terrorize and kill. When it was over, he stood up straight and shook his head.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Terrorist groups?” Heather asked.
“Don’t even say that. Just mentioning it will make Homeland Security appear, and the last thing I need are a bunch of arrogant pricks running around messing with my witnesses and crime scene. But I don’t think that’s what this is. They would’ve tried to kill everyone. And they usually don’t care about the money. It’s a statement with them. This ain’t a statement.”
Heather took a deep breath. “Well, we better start talking to everybody. Looks like an even split. You want the men?”
“Sure. And I saw a news chopper up there. Get some uniforms to make sure we don’t have any reporters in here.”
“I’m on it.”
William stood a while and then asked the tech to play the video again. He told him to pause it when the figure pushed apart the metal doorframe. William glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and pulled the glasses out of the breast pocket of his button-up shirt. He put them on and leaned forward.
The figure’s face was wide and appeared hard. The eyes were set far apart and the forehead protruded. Clearly, the eyes had no pupils: just a ghostly whiteness. The man appeared like he had some sort of disorder. But as far as what it was, William hadn’t a clue.
“Would you like to watch it again, Detective?” the tech said.
“No, thanks. I think I’ve had my fill of him for now. I have a feeling I’m gonna be seeing more of him soon anyway.”
CHAPTER 4
Jack Kane pulled his Dodge Viper to a stop in front of the two-story home with the white picket fence. It appeared like something out of a movie. The perfect couple gets together and buys the perfect house. It even had a red wagon on the lawn.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. The last time he was here, it hadn’t ended well. But that was nearly six years ago and he was a different man then.
Jack walked to the front door and went to knock but instead rang the doorbell. Something seemed too casual about knocking for him. He waited a few moments until he heard the door unlock and open.
A young girl stood there. She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes, and none of the fear that children her age usually had upon seeing a stranger.
“Who are you?” she said.
Jack couldn’t suppress a smile. He crouched down to eye level. “Now you’re Autumn, aren’t you? Autumn, I remember when you were born. I was there in the hospital. See your daddy was fighting in Iraq and so I was who the nurses gave you too when you first came into this world. You weren’t any bigger than a football. You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”
She looked confused. “Who are you again?”
“Jack!” his sister yelled. She ran up from inside and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the cheek and wouldn’t let go of him.
“How are you, Nic?”
“How am I?” she said, finally pulling away. “How am I?” She punched him in the shoulder. “Not even a call in over a year?”
“I was on a project I