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Five Little Figures
Chapter 2: Not for Glory

Police Department

Tuesday
9:52pm
1.394 inches

"What do you think he's doing?" Ash asked Blake.

The two detectives stood in the open doorway of Jayden's office, watching him flail about with his sunglasses on. Blake rested against the doorframe, a cup of coffee in his hands, observing the spectacle with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, either he's conducting an invisible symphony," he replied. "Or he's auditioning for a spot in the insane asylum. By the looks of it, I'd say he nailed it."

Ash gave a small chuckle before giving Blake a pat on the shoulder and heading off. Blake let out a breath as he continued to watch the FBI agent. He lifted the mug to his lips to take a sip as Jayden made an exaggerated, somewhat frustrated looking, swipe with his right hand. The movement knocked some papers off of the desk, all of which landed on the floor a few feet away. Blake watched with mild interest to see if the falling papers would awaken the federal agent from whatever stupor those goggles on his head seemed to have him in. When they did not, the detective let out a sigh. He placed his mug on the edge of Jayden's desk and proceeded to pick up the papers.

An open envelope with a small slip of paper peeking out from inside caught his eye. Blake scooped up the envelope and pulled the paper out.

"A locker ticket?" he murmured.

Blake read over the letter, frowning at the nonsense. He turned his attention back to the locker ticket. There was a picture of an angel statue imprinted on it.

"Jayden, what the hell is this?" Blake asked.

He looked up from the ticket. Jayden hadn't heard him, as evidenced by his index finger pressing some invisible buttons in midair. Blake took the envelope and smacked Jayden's shoulder with it. Jayden jerked at the hit, the abruptness of it causing him to subsequently remove his glasses.

"Blake?" the confusion was clearly written on his face. "What the hell?"

"This locker ticket," Blake ignored the agent's questioning look. "What is this?"

"Locker ticket?" Jayden repeated, eyes drifting down to the ticket and envelope in the detective's hands. "Blake, what on Earth are you talking about?"

"Cut the shit, Norman."

"Seriously, Blake, I have no idea what that ticket is," Jayden removed his gloves. "Where did you get that, anyway?"

"It was on your desk, Norman," Blake replied, holding up the envelope.

Jayden managed to snag the envelope before Blake could pull it away.

"This belongs to Ethan Mars," he explained.

Blake's eyebrows jumped up in surprise.

"The guy with the missing kid from earlier?" he replied. "Wow, never would have pegged you for a pickpocket type of guy."

"I didn't steal it, Blake. Ethan Mars dropped it when someone nearly bumped into him as he was leaving. You didn't see it because you were complaining about actually having to do work at your job."

Blake opted to disregard Jayden's quip.

"Sure, he dropped it; but why do you have it?" he asked instead.

"Because, when I went to give it to him, I found him in a bit of an emotional discussion with a woman-whom I can only assume is the missing boy's mother-and didn't want to interrupt. I figured he already had enough to deal with with the grief she was giving him about the situation."

"You're such a little boy scout," Blake said with a shake of the head.

Jayden ignored him and looked over the locker ticket.

"What else was in here?" he asked Blake.

"There was a letter. Some cryptic bullshit."

Jayden pulled the letter out of the envelope and looked it over, pausing to take a discreet and brief glance up at Blake, who was watching him with a prominent frown on his face, arms folded across his chest. He's probably pissed he can't figure out what the letter means . The agent shoved those thoughts aside and returned to his examination of the letter and ticket.

"When the parents came home from church,
All their children were gone.
They searched and called for them,
they cried and begged
but it was all to no avail.
The children have never been seen again."

Hmm, Jayden considered. Definitely cryptic. But a letter about missing kids? That can't be a coincidence. The agent turned his attention to the locker ticket.

"Do you know where this ticket is from?" Jayden eventually asked.

He lifted up the ticket to show Blake, the agent's eyes still glued to the letter in his other hand.

"Lexington Station," Blake replied. "See that angel statue? That's where it's located. They put it on all the stuff from the station, so it's become the station's unofficial symbol."

"All right, then," Jayden folded up the letter. "Let's go."

Blake watched as the federal agent made his way toward the door.

"Go where?" he asked.

"Lexington Station, where else?" Jayden replied matter-of-factly.

Blake let out a humorless laugh of disbelief.

"What the hell for?" he asked. "To go rummaging around in some guy's locker at the train station?"

"I don't know what this letter means but something tells me that this is significant and relevant to the Origami Killer case," Jayden said.

Blake opened his mouth to retort, but Jayden cut him off.

"Listen, Blake, I know you're not thrilled about having a federal agent here-" Jayden didn't flinch when Blake scoffed. "But I'm not here to take away your glory of eventually identifying and capturing the Origami Killer; I'm here to prevent the deaths of any more innocent children. I think this ticket is an important lead. You can come with me and investigate it, or you can sit here and drink that shit the department tries to pass off as coffee. We can either work together or we can argue and waste time and give the killer an opportunity to abduct and possibly kill another victim. You've been chasing this guy for what, two years, and what have you caught, huh? Nothing! Abso-fuckin-lutely nothing! So, what'll it be, Blake? What's your choice?"

The edges of Blake's mouth twitched. Shit. I just poked the bear, Jayden exhaled through his nose. But if the Mars kid was taken by the Origami Killer, I can't care about pissing off Blake. Besides, 'pissed off' seems to be his permanent mood anyway.

Blake eventually motioned toward the doorway.

"Fine. After you, your highness," he said to Jayden with an exaggerated wave of his hand.