Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAF7BVEWWKQEGHY8A7WKR8

Rain hammered the rusted trainyard. Floodlights smeared halos across puddles. Detective Mara Kline pulled in. Sirens whimpered, finally fading behind. Uniforms clustered near warehouse nine. Yellow tape fluttered like flags. The air reeked of brine. Harbor fog draped everything inwards. Mara tasted diesel on breath. Her shoes soaked through instantly. Lieutenant Briggs stomped toward her. He looked older in sodium. Eyes red, jaw wired tight. He muttered, 'You picked nights.' Mara shrugged rain off collar. She said, 'What have we?' Briggs pointed at the doorway. Guard found him during rounds. Wouldn't answer, started screaming instead. So yeah, fun evening patrol. They ducked beneath sagging tape. Concrete steps led into black. Inside, generators hummed like insects. Water dripped somewhere, steady metronome. The warehouse tasted of pennies. Mara followed the copper smell. It thickened near loading bay. Techs crouched, photographing every shadow. A body lay between crates. Skin waxy, suit darkly soaking. One hand reached toward rafters. Eyes stared beyond corrugated ceiling. Throat opened into a grin. Blood crawled along warped grooves. Mara's pen clicked by reflex. She knelt, ignoring damp knees. Briggs hovered, cracking knuckles softly. He said, 'Name's Victor Harlow.' Dock manager, night shift supervisor. Everyone around here owes him. Mara inspected the ruined throat. Cuts clean, almost loving work. No hesitation marks, no struggle. She glanced at his shoes. Polished leather, barely dotted crimson. He never saw this coming. Briggs asked, 'Robbery gone wrong?' Wallet's here, watch still ticking. Chain of gold, untouched, gleaming. Mara scanned the distant corners. A camera blinked above office. Red light dead, lens crusted. She sniffed, catching faint perfume. Wrong note in this place. Metal, salt, oil, then jasmine. Briggs squinted toward the catwalks. Footprints up there, barely visible. Fresh, rain hasn't washed them. Mara rose, joints complaining quietly. Get them dusted, she ordered. And find me the guard. Nobody screams like that innocently. Outside, rain swallowed distant sirens. The harbor kept its silence. Inside, the questions started multiplying.