My Murk Files Fan Fiction

Fan Fiction

After Hours

Rating: PG. Disclaimer: The Murk Files and its characters are not mine. I am just borrowing them.

The basement office was cold. Holloway had been staring at the same photograph for two hours when Petrakis came down the stairs with two coffees and a look.

"You're still here," she said. It was not a question.

"It's the shadow," he said, tapping the picture. "Look closer. It's pointing the wrong way."

She looked. She did not want to look. She looked anyway, and the shadow WAS pointing the wrong way, and somewhere upstairs a filing cabinet slammed shut by itself.

To be continued... (e-mail me if you want part 2!!)

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