Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Detective Reynolds' cheeks as he stood outside the precinct. His capture of the notorious "Nightshade" killer had been headline news. He felt a swell of… well, a certain satisfaction. The Chief had clapped him on the back, the other officers had offered congratulations. Then, the call from the hospital. A clerical error. The Nightshade case files had accidentally been mixed up with another patient's. Reynolds' eyes narrowed. The other patient? A man with a bad cold. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of the lips. They were lucky to have him.