… it had been a long damn day, a police interview and a shift in the morgue, tiresome and headache-inducing in a way that could only be soothed by breaking into your father's liquor cabinet while he was busy pacifying a town wailing with questions. “ you know, if i wasn't his son, and i didn't know better, i'd probably suspect dad. ” said nonchalantly as he handed a cold glass of some vintage rum to avery, the still-bruised eye was enough proof that she probably needed this just as much as him. “ he fits the bill of most midwestern serial killers. he was in his 20s when the first killings happened, which is the usual age most serial killers start their murders. appears normal and non-threatening to the community. i mean, even gacy was involved in local politics. and he's obviously great at keeping secrets, so if someone gets a whiff of that, even if it's just that mom and him are going through it .... it wouldn't be good. ”
the list could go on, but kieran just shrugged before taking a sip of his drink, wincing as soon as it hit his tongue, and he could only hope that it'd be worth it by dulling his unease. and of course, kieran didn't actually think his father was capable of such transgressions, but he wasn't the only one searching for the boogeyman in this town ⸻ and sooner or later, the blame game would begin, fingers pointed in every direction. and a wrong assumption could easily ruin someone's life in this town. “ guess your job is making sure nobody actually thinks that. you know it's all about eating the rich these days, rightfully so, and we're kind of prime grade beef in this town. ” @ichorstained