The cell was oddly quiet like the god of silence had walked through the very station. Prisoners who always had something to say or a ruckus to create had hidden at the far corner of their cells, the cops had remained, quiet, gloomy and wary over the silence and the woman who had been in their custody for hours already. And that particular woman seemed to have died in their care as well since no sound or word was made from her ever since they took her from the hospital. If it were any other criminal, they would have been pleased that she was quiet but this was no just criminal, she was a ticking bomb behind the face of a p.a and that was enough to scare them.
Bishop walked into the awfully quiet station and stared at the cops at the front desk.
“Did someone die?” came his very first quest
