Wildcard

The grimy, narrow alley behind the unused metal fabricating plant reeked of decay and despair, a fitting stage for the horror that unfolded. Even in the fading April light, shadows clung to the decrepit brick walls, refusing to yield.
Ryan Shale, newly minted as a Detective Constable, felt the familiar knot of dread tighten in his stomach. He’d barely shed his uniform, barely processed the day's events, before the call came. A child's lifeless body, discovered amidst the garbage. Seven or eight years old, the constable had said, a 'pretty little thing.'
As he crouched beside the small form, the faint scent of chip papers on the cold wind did little to mask the heavy air of grief. His heart sank, pulled down by the chilling memory of Sarah Reed, a case that had haunted him for a year. The thought was a cold, sharp blade, cutting through the twilight. The city's fragile peace, once again, shattered.