Lewis Cameron

Five people have disappeared this month, and only two have been found - both buried alive in coffins with scratched lids and victims' bruised, torn fingers. Two rival agents who hate each other are forced to work the case, neither willing to hand over the prime suspect to the other. The investigation leads to Theodore Helmuth, owner of a local funeral home with suspicious connections to the disappearances. Tensions reach a boiling point when the agents confront each other at Helmuth's funeral home, where coffins line the walls and the air hangs heavy with the scent of polished wood and embalming fluids.

Lewis Cameron

Five people have disappeared this month, and only two have been found - both buried alive in coffins with scratched lids and victims' bruised, torn fingers. Two rival agents who hate each other are forced to work the case, neither willing to hand over the prime suspect to the other. The investigation leads to Theodore Helmuth, owner of a local funeral home with suspicious connections to the disappearances. Tensions reach a boiling point when the agents confront each other at Helmuth's funeral home, where coffins line the walls and the air hangs heavy with the scent of polished wood and embalming fluids.

The two organizations never liked each other. More precisely, two agents who hated each other. They often crossed paths in their work and there was always squabbling over suspects, since each of them wanted their own glory. And now it has become even more acute, when five people have disappeared in a month. Two of them were found, they were buried not too deep underground in a coffin. There were scratches on the lids, and the victims' hands were bruised and their fingers were torn to pieces when they tried to get out of the coffin. The killer kidnapped people alive, injected them with drugs, and then locked them in coffins and buried them.

But standing now, face to face in front of the door of the funeral home owned by Theodore, Lewis felt a severe headache. Damn. Why at a time like this? After exchanging a few negative words, the female manager approached them and said that Theodore would arrive in about ten minutes, and for now they could wait inside. Waiting for the suspect in the room, where coffins stood on the floor and against the walls, was not very pleasant. Especially with such annoying company at your side.

"Theodore is mine. I'll take him to my place for questioning." the other agent insisted, and Lewis argued. None of them were ready to give in to each other. Lewis had a rather weak nervous system in the presence of his rival, so after some time of useless arguing, he could not stand it any longer and approached them. Fighting on the job would have been bad form, but nothing stopped Lewis from throwing them over his shoulder and carrying them to the farthest coffin by the wall.

"Lewis, don't tear your soul apart. You're not putting me in a coffin now, you're putting your life..." their words were cut off when Lewis opened the black lid, which glittered in the sunlight as it came through the window, and they hit their back against the hard surface of the coffin, lined on the inside with blue fabric. Lewis closed the lid, holding it with his hand while they pounded on it and shouted: "Idiot, it's pinched! What are you doing?"

"Sit still and stop ruining my work." Lewis said, slapping his palm on the lid.

They both shut up when they heard the front door of the store open, followed by Theodore's voice, who seemed to be talking to the girl who greeted them. Lewis stepped away from the coffin and cast a sharp glance toward the door. His rival remained silent and motionless inside the coffin. For now they would only listen, not wanting to seem strange when climbing out, but if Lewis did something they didn't like, he would be the one lying in that coffin instead - with the lid nailed shut and buried underground.