3 Works by Wyrmroot
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He's never sat down alone in a room with Channel 8 mainstay Guillaume Bevy, true crime reporter extraordinaire. Never had an interview, never given a statement, never even bothered to write a letter.
The rumours are true, after all: John McCoy is the most prolific cop of the 41st Precinct. He's killed a lot of people and has no qualms against doing it again, and again, and again. He kills, maybe, on average one to two people a week and doesn't think much of it. He always keeps his gun loaded. This is all that the public needs to know.
And he's fine with that. Really. Just as long as the man perpetuating them stays away from him. After all, he's the man Bevy loves to hate the most.
But when Bevy accidentally threatens to reveal the biggest secret of the 41st Precinct, stumbling upon information that involves a failed weapons ambush and two missing cops... well, John needs to find some way to keep the nosy fucker quiet without alerting the Moralintern or convincing him to dig any deeper. Something that hopefully doesn't involve killing Bevy, whose sudden disappearance would lead to over two thousand guns at the 41st Precinct's throat—with McCoy at its center.
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Serial-killer RCM officer John McCoy and police-critical radio reporter Guillaume Bevy never really saw eye-to-eye. Neither of them ever imagined that they'd be put into a position where they have to work together, but after Precinct 41 is met with tragedy, Guillaume finds himself at the right place at the right time to offer aid to John by giving him a place to hide out.
Here is the situation: What happened to Precinct 41 was obviously not an accident. They both want the same thing - to find whoever was responsible and find answers. John McCoy is living in Guillaume's apartment: Nobody would expect for Guillaume, of all people, to be the one sheltering him. John McCoy is legally dead. Guillaume could use a guard dog to keep him safe. Unrest is brewing in Revachol, and with no 41st to smother it, the people are prone to turning their attention to the military aerostatics oppressively skulking the sky.
Danger is brewing on the horizon. It's as the old revolutionaries said: Sunrise, Parabellum. Prepare for war.
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Kim is standing beneath the #1 Whirling-in-Rags. He doesn't know that the room upstairs is in a total state of disrepair. He doesn't know that the man upstairs is Harrier Du Bois, infamy manifested in the flesh. And he doesn't know that Harrier Du Bois' efforts to bludgeon himself into oblivion over the past two days just met its catastrophic failure.
What he does know is this: The window upstairs is broken. He's here to investigate a lynching. And he's angry that he couldn't get here sooner.
Or:
In which Harry Du Bois didn't lose his memory in Martinaise and has to deal with the consequences of his actions.
Series
- Part 1 of Cleaning Out the Rooms