In the small office of Sergeant Hally, the two older men sat with grave expressions, sipping their alcoholic beverages. After a moment of silence, Sergeant Hally asked, "Did you find any more members of this cult?"
"Yeah…" Killian replied, downing his drink in one go, his face twisting in discomfort. "And I killed them all."
"Good. Do you think this case is connected to them, too?" Sergeant Hally asked, mirroring Killian's action as he poured another round for both of them.
"I don't want to think so, but it seems likely," the senior detective said grimly. "Lately, there's been a surge of these kinds of murders in and around the city. All the special units are tied up dealing with them, and I'm starting to believe it's the work of those fanatic bastards."
