By lthr_jock
PC Paul White got out of the patrol car, picked up his paperwork and then checked his phone for the details of the call. It was a warm day, so he didn’t put on his hi-viz jacket, but he grabbed his cap before heading up to the front door of the four storey building and trying to find the right bell. Pressing it, he heard a click from the door and he pushed it open.
Inside, the gloom of the hall contrasted with the bright light outside and he peered around.
“Hello? Mr .. Contenzio?”
Paul wasn’t particularly worried and not expecting any trouble. He’d been in the police three years, having come straight from university. He’d got his wrestling blues there and had been weightlifting ever since. As a result, his 6ft frame was loaded with muscle and he was confident that he could deal with any situation. He took his cap off and made sure his expensively styled hair was in place, before shouting again.
The soft muddy soil spreads out beneath the tall cypress trees that have been growing over the decades in these wetlands that sit just east of the big modern city. There is a shallow layer of dirty water, looking like glass, settled between the wild grasses and mounds of dirt. The calm breeze makes the moss slowly sway, providing a calmness in this area with no direct sunlight.