A/N: Test chapter for a new fanfiction.
The door opened. The sound of quiet, tentative, footsteps echoed through the room, shattering the suffocating silence.
The person cleared his throat, as if attempting to announce his presence. He sounded scared, worried, and...
Sad.
A vague feeling of dread crept up Lassiter's back.
The person spoke. "...Chief?"
Lassiter's fingers curled into a fist. "Don't call me that."
"I-... Yes, sir."
"Well, McNabb?"
"Um, Ch-... Sir, the test results have returned."
Lassiter steeled himself, then slowly turned from the window to face McNabb. "Who is it?"
"They... they don't know."
Lassiter stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
"The blood was.. contaminated."
"Contaminated with what?"
"Poison."
Lassiter opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Poison. Someone was poisoned, possibly dead.
The only question was who.
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Sunlight gleamed off the windows of the church and covered the roof in a blinding blanket of sunshine. Steam rose from the black cement of the parking lot, as waves of heat pounded down on everything in sight. The grass surrounding the church was stiff and dry.
Gus opened his car door and stepped out into the stifling heat, clutching his stack of papers. He began to make his way through the parking lot, towards the church. The parking lot was crammed full of cars, nearly every parking spot taken.
The church was going to be crowded this evening.
He reached the door of the church and opened it, stepping inside. A wave of cool air washed over him. The light in the church was dim compared to the bright sunlight outside, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust.
He was standing in a wide reception area, with hallways leading off into other sections of the church. A greeting desk, decorated in dark red ribbon, was directly in front of him. To each side of the desk were large double doors, leading into the main auditorium. The doors were open, and the sound of many people talking streamed out from them.
Gus spotted Henry Spencer standing beside the greeting desk. He was wearing a black suit, with a matching tie. In his hands he carried a pineapple.
A feeling of nauseousness settled in Gus' stomach.
Henry was studying something on the greeting desk, but he glanced up as Gus entered. He raised a hand to wave Gus over. "Gus!"
Gus nodded a greeting. "Mr. Spencer."
"Glad you made it. You ready for this?"
Gus swallowed, and nodded. "I think so."
"Good, let's get going. It's time for the funeral to start."
A/N: So what did you think? Should I continue it? Reviews are much appreciated!