Oh my beautiful liar...
Despite the sub-freezing weather, there are still a few people out and about in Chicago.
There's a whore walking the streets of Chicago, but not for the reasons you'd think. A blue-haired demon who goes by Indigo Jones has spent the day shopping, and is in a pretty good mood. She's locked her bags in the trunk of her car, and now she's searching ( Read more... )
There's a whore walking the streets of Chicago, but not for the reasons you'd think. A blue-haired demon who goes by Indigo Jones has spent the day shopping, and is in a pretty good mood. She's locked her bags in the trunk of her car, and now she's searching ( Read more... )
At the moment, though, as he's letting himself into Shepherd Book's room, it's the former. Nice, quiet room, doesn't look or smell like anyone's died in it, removed from actual Torchwood people and the monster that ruined his morgue and their hallway and Jack fucking Harkness dropping in from nowhere like they weren't doing just fine on their own...
Bitchy psychic office buildings give him a sense of stability and continuity. Only in Chicago.
He swings the door shut behind him, exhaling. It's quiet. Very quiet, with the Tower just existing and no one in this section of hallway and... actually, there's piano music coming from somewhere, but it's not the first time that's happened and so far as he can tell it's not the Tower doing it. If he actually pays attention, the Tower tells him a lot.
He crosses over to the desk, testing for dust on the surface before looking to the bed to take in the state of the sheets before finally just inhaling and closing his eyes, feeling along the sense of the room. He's had to learn most of this on his own, as being psychic even in a limited degree is a bit of a recent occurrence for him, but.
There. Faint and old, but marked as though the Tower is trying to be helpful. He could check against some of the other places where people have disappeared - they're getting a collection, now - but he's finally learning to trust gut instinct on this.
Shepherd Book is gone. He's been gone for a while, and it's something of a sad commentary on them that none of them noticed. But then, Torchwood's never been terribly sentimental about its dead or its lost - they're just another part of the job.
He lets himself out, heading back to his office. He's got news to deliver.
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