Small Town Trap
By: Bre the Cheez
Summary: A mysterious murder in a small town prompts investigation from Fawkes and Hobbes. But is this just another murder, or is there more to it?
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from The Invisible Man, they are property of 'Sci-Fi' and anyone else that owns them. All the rest of the characters are mine. And the title is an Eve 6 song, so I don't own that either. Please read and review!!
Rating: PG-13
Prologue
"Folks, please, this is a crime scene. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," a young woman cried, addressing the mass of at least 30 people gathered around a space encircled by a yellow strip of tape labeled 'police line, do not cross'. The woman was dressed the opposite of the crowd, a navy blue dress coat and matching skirt that reached just past her knees. She looked relatively calm, considering the situation at hand, as she ushered the people past the yellow tape and attempting to send them back to their homes. But the crowd was unwilling to leave, and they stood on the tip of their shoes in an effort to see beyond the group of officers dressed similar to the woman leading them away. Whatever they were conspiring to conceal, it was big. The FBI was mixed in with the local police officers behind the yellow tape, and they had no intentions of allowing the locals to get in on the action.
The scene was a small alley way that was not very populous during any time of the day, except for a few worn cats that would dig through the garbage in search for food, and the occasional homeless person who would join the cats in search. As a result, the alley was a less-than-pleasant site, with garbage strewn everywhere, while a soft blanket of darkness began to cover the people in the area.
The darkness didn't bother the group of officers and agents gathered at the crime scene, but the locals became anxious and gradually left from growing paranoia, or just plain boredom.
"Man, this place is eerie," a black-haired man noted aloud. He was new to the agency, and was at the young age of twenty four. He had not seen as many things as the more experienced agents, and therefore was getting nervous from the reaction given by the locals. He ran a hand through his carefully gelled hair and looked at the sky nervously, as if suspicious of a trick waiting to be played on the vulnerable group.
"Don't get scared off by those people, Josh: they're harmless," his close friend and fellow FBI agent Mike reassured him as he picked up a clump of earth from the ground as a clue of sorts, and dumped it onto a plastic bag. "I mean, the town's so damn small that the Mayor is also head of the golf team."
Josh kept a smile on his face for a couple seconds, amused by his friend's comment. Then it faltered as a breeze flowed through the alley and he felt a shiver make its way from his shoulders to his legs. He looked behind them nervously, overcome with a sudden feeling that they were being watched, and whispered, "If they're so harmless, then why are we here, investigating a corpse in their town?"