My Last Cold Case
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Zion Jones is a weary police interrogator in Miami’s overwhelmed police department, drowning in paperwork. The weight of unsolved cases and endless reports presses down on him, starkly contrasting the sharp action he craves. Ready to escape the suffocating pressure, he meticulously fills out retirement applications, each stroke of the pen bringing him closer to freedom. As he writes his desired last day, anticipation mixes with trepidation—until a jarring ring shatters the silence.
The news hits him like a physical blow: his best friend and partner has been shot during a routine burglary call. The world tilts on its axis, and the mundane paperwork is instantly forgotten. A burning need for justice replaces his desire for peace, rekindling a thirst for action. He’s determined to pursue any lead, willing to shoulder burdens he longed to escape.
His next interrogation should be routine: a murder, a suspect, and a suspicious money trail. But as he steps into the room, the air crackles with an unsettling energy. The suspect's demeanor is unnervingly calm, a stark contrast to the fear Zion usually encounters. Chilling laughter echoes in the small room, disrupting the tense silence.
As the suspect begins to speak, he reveals intimate details of cold cases—murders stretching back decades—knowledge that seems impossible for him to possess. The specifics are too personal and gruesome to be mere hearsay, suggesting something beyond comprehension. Later, Zion discovers the digital recording is blank, a chilling reminder of the suspect’s uncanny abilities.
His report is dismissed, labeled as nonsense, and disbelief washes over him—a frustrating reminder of the system’s limitations. Trying to move on, he finds the suspect's words and laughter lingering in his mind, haunting him. Then, the unthinkable happens: the men he thought securely behind bars start turning up dead, their deaths mirroring the details revealed in the interrogation.
Zion finds them in pools of their own blood, the gruesome scenes contrasting sharply with the sterile courtroom environment. Even cold cases, untouched for years, suddenly become active, with victims found in their homes. This resurgence of forgotten crimes sends a wave of déjà vu washing over him, a chilling sense of familiarity that unsettles his grip on reality.
He remembers his partner’s death, but a nagging question surfaces: was he ever truly dead? The absence of visual confirmation leaves doubt creeping in, challenging everything Zion thought he knew.
