Arya wanted to scream. However, the faint step and drag of Zeus's hobbled gait grew closer on the other side of the door. Her heart thundered in her ears. No way he would let her live this time. He had promised her that the next unsatisfied customer to emerge from her cell would be her last. Her mouth dried as the chipped gold enamel door knob twisted and the dingy, off-white door swung inward, the soft squeal of old hinges a melancholy theme song, that introduced Zeus's towering form.
She backed away and cowered in the corner, unshed tears in her eyes as he advanced across the room. The slow rhythmic manner in which he spun, then unwound the soiled towel in between his hands, hypnotized her. In one quick motion he uncoiled the towel, it swooped and a quick twist of the towel choked off her air as her tiny, half-clothed, pre-pubescent frame lifted away from the grime-coated hardwood floor.
"Hey, you know that missing persons report regarding the 12 year old girl, came in 'bout a month ago. Her body just turned up in a dumpster two blocks over from that diner up on Dunston Street."
"Anyone been assigned?"
"What're we waitin' for?" Karl grabs his overcoat and heads for the precinct door, with his partner Graves close on his heels. "This makes the third, in the last six months." Another waste of time where no one saw a thing, but may have heard something untoward. Sheesh! And to think I could have joined the Merchant Marines.