Rise of Sirius: VI: Gift
Please note: In the first chapter of Sirius, I set the story in September, but I’ve pushed the date forward into late November/early December. If this were a serial, I would keep going in whatever corner I wrote myself into, but as this is a long novel that I’m posting as I write each chapter, I may occasionally have to go back and make a change somewhere whenever I get a new idea. Is this date shift entirely due to the current holiday season? Probably, but I think it’s fitting at the moment!
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Faint holiday tunes wavered over the radio as Sirius shoved the door open against the blustering wind, which had bitten through the blanket wrapped around Clarity, necessitating throwing his coat over her shoulders. Blearily he wondered why Christmas songs were being played so late at night.
Headquarters was quite empty; only a handful of officers remained on duty, passing to and fro, or wearily attending to paperwork. Even Homicide was nowhere to be seen.
Somewhere, a bell was taking note of the fact that it was half-past three, and exhaustion was setting into Sirius’ limbs as he nodded to the men passing him on the great staircase.
Clarity had to be exhausted, too. He had to get her into a safer situation. Virgil, perhaps could be convinced to take the girl home with him for a day or two, until they could find a safe home for her.
Virgil’s office door was already cracked open when Sirius came to it. The low voices from within warned him that Virgil had a visitor. He gave the door a single rap and nudged it open. Virgil swiveled around in his chair, and the man seated on the edge of the desk arose.