AN: 3.8
Silver
The rings were all dirty, except for their insides where they were polished being worked off their victims' fingers. The collection was like a little gravesite, each the only identifying marker of the person who once lived.
One piece stood out from the rest: a necklace with a heavy, elongated pendant made of some kind of metallic material or opaque crystal. It looked to have seen a lot of action, which wouldn't have been much of a surprise considering who it belonged to.
Here in this box, it guarded over the rest. It was the big, bold, gatekeeper that couldn't easily be missed over.
Holder and Bullet had gotten along well, very well. And it was more than because they both knew the language of the streets. For Holder, Linden assumed, Bullet was both a mirror to his past self as well as a possibly of what could have been if life for him hadn't changed.
And now, she existed as a possibility of what could have been had Linden not pulled him away from the median of that highway.
Linden had never stolen from the evidence locker before. This would be her first time doing so.
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