Crossing At Alderson Novels & Stories

She doesn’t push, and we reach the car in a silence that isn’t uncomfortable so much as loaded. A scout comes running across the yard before either of us gets the door open, breathing hard, boots skidding on the gravel. “Alpha.” He barely gets the word out before he’s bent over, hands on his knees. “The mill road. There’s fresh blood at the old crossing, and tracks leading off it that aren’t ours and aren’t Duskmoor’s either.” Del’s hand goes still on the car door. “How fresh,” I ask. “Hours, maybe less.”

Aldus' sudden shout took Austin by surprise. He immediately turned his head to look straight ahead as he instinctively stepped on the brakes. A loud thud could be heard as Austin watched the silhouette of a man flying away from the car. His heart immediately sank as he realized that he had just hit someone. Being on the phone with Walter and then looking over at Aldus had momentarily distracted him just enough to not notice the pedestrian. They were in the suburbs after leaving the airport, an area where it was normal for pedestrians to cross the roads freely.

asked Anjani, making Alesha seem to remember; she really should have heard Alden's explanation about what really happened that night—how did they meet and end up in Alden's bed? At this time, Alden was on his way home; his face looked crumpled, and he was really messed up. His eyes were wet from crying. During the trip, Alden kept thinking about Alesha and his son. Alden's eyes widened perfectly, when he saw a traffic sign for pedestrians that had turned green, that meant he should have stopped, but because he wasn't focused, he couldn't see the sign. Alden swerved because a pedestrian was crossing; the car hit the road shoulder quite hard; an accident was inevitable. -//-

Zayden POV I was going through the northeast boundary rotation logs for the third time that evening when I found it. The fourth hour patrol on the night of the corridor incident. Six wolves logged at the eastern inner junction. One of those names was Aldus. Aldus was in the northern clearing with a blade wound in his shoulder on the night of the corridor incident. He was not at the eastern inner junction. He could not have been at both places at once. Someone signed his name to a rotation log he was never part of.

Inspector Eallric's 404 picked up pace as it raced down a sloped, remote alleyway which went on below a bridge that connected Brickfield Row and Dove Route together. The alley, Providence Passage, had congested waste bins - places of tourism for flies and maggots, nearly everywhere one's neck turned.