Ramifications: Day 10

Word Count: 60,012

Summary of Events:

Lachlan was hanging out at the Black Widow when a sudden sound startled him; it turned out to be the night's band in their sound check, but Harrison was unimpressed and threatened them. Dom was confronted by Lois, who seemed to be angry for reasons that Dom honestly couldn't begin to figure out. Lachlan revisited the dumpster, which was now a crime scene, and found a ring in the ashes of the greater part of the contents that he surmised belonged to the corpse he'd been unable to see . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"Hoping the ring would be enough in both quantity and significance for Harrison to possibly figure out whether the lower corpse had been one of theirs or not — as he was pretty sure the upper corpse had been completely cremated, having been on top of the whole thing — and who it might've been, Lachlan pocketed the ring and hopped out the other side of the dumpster, where he dusted what ashes he could off of himself before hopping over the police tape and heading round the block to return to his bike.

When he got back to his bike he noticed a police vehicle that must've pulled up while he'd been taking the long way back to his bike.

He did his best to look nonchalant, but when he saw two police officers talking to each other and one of them pointing at him, he hurried to start up his bike. The officer who'd pointed at him signalled for him to wait, but Lachlan peeled off as fast as he could.

Sooner than he appreciated the wail of a police siren reached his ears. Lachlan picked up his speed to be more than ten kilometres over the speed limit, although he wished he had a more aerodynamic bike for what was probably the first time since he'd owned one.

He flew through a red light, causing there to be squealing of brakes and honking of horns.

Another red light was ahead, this one with a fair bit of traffic gathered along the stop line, waiting for the signal to change.

Lachlan hopped up onto the footpath and took the left hand turn; several cars pulled round the corner and off to the side to allow the police car to fly past them.

Squeezing the accelerator, Lachlan maxed his bike out as fast as it could possibly go while his stomach somewhat recoiled inside of him. He felt like this was insane, but the last thing he wanted was to be found by the police.

He took a hard right and nearly lost himself into a skid, but thankfully didn't, only to see a police car appear in front of him and pull to a stop. The other one's lights still flashed in his rearview mirror.

Seeing a gap between two buildings that looked barely wide enough to fit him on foot, Lachlan took it, grimacing at the sparks that flew off his bike as it grazed the walls if he ever wavered off-balance in the slightest.

In the alley Lachlan headed back the way he'd come and then took a right to keep heading the way he'd been going before he'd turned right the first time.

After a few intersections he turned left and drove by a familiar façade that wasn't the Black Widow; it was the Queenie B Club, Liam's club.

Lachlan kept going past it, turned right at the intersection, and then turned right again down the alley until he spied a crown in the shape of that St. Edward's crown or whatever it was called that was the coronation headpiece of the British Monarchy."