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[RIAN ANTHONY WOLFE]

ENDINGS WITHOUT END ► it seems paper-thin ◄

Sitting behind a desk was not Rian’s idea of a dream job. Fresh out of college he had spent his days working out in the sun and the rain. He’d been knee deep in mud and garbage a few times and had enjoyed every minute of it. He was a man who liked to solve mysteries. He wanted to give closure to families who deserved to know what happened to their loved ones. And putting the murderers and rapists and bad people of the world behind bars and locked away from the innocent ones is something he was proud to do. Though there were some cases that wore at the very fabric of his being and over the course of his career he’d met one case that made him nearly quit. A pile of papers cluttered his desk, with a sigh he sat forward and picked them all up, shuffling them into a neat pile before tossing them into a bucket at the corner of his desk. Rian had been here for only a week and was still going through paperwork from the last police chief. There were so many unfinished reports and files on his desk he really didn’t know where to start. There were several files cabinets full to the brim in his office and he hadn’t opened them once out of sheer terror of what he’d find. Obviously this station had not been run efficiently at all before his arrival. It was also obvious that the members of the force were not used to any kind of structure. He’d implemented a town-wide curfew and new shifts for his officers and all of them had spent the first two days moaning and groaning. Like they’d never left their desk before he arrived. Standing, Rian stretched his arms above his head and stare out his window. There wasn’t much of a view for him; he saw mostly street and buildings, and only a few decorations from the current Festival going on in town. He wasn’t fond of it. While Rian had never met anyone with a gift (at least he doesn’t think he has) this town was full of people like that. He was nervous to be here, he didn’t know how to handle these kinds of things and he wasn’t sure if he was qualified to deal with a shifter or a person who could control lightning or fire. But he owed it to his parents to figure out who or what had murdered them and the trail ended here in Brookings. This meant he’d be staying here until he solved the case, and then he’d figure out if it’d be worth staying here or returning to his old precinct in Florida. Until then, though, he needed to get some exercise. Picking up his jacket, Rian walked over to the door of his office and stepped through. His legs were starting to ache from sitting for so long and it felt great to finally move them around. Heading down the stairs he slipped his jacket on over his blue collared shirt and walked out into the sunshine. Fall was upon them now, but the desert heat kept them quite toasty while a small breeze tried to help cool them. Rian’s jacket kept him comfortable as he walked down the road to the open end of the street where the Farmer’s Market started, or ended depending on where you entered from. He wasn’t interested in buying anything, but he needed to start familiarizing himself with the residents of the town and the school. And the best way to do that was by socializing. Which wasn’t his usual cup of tea, but hey, when in Rome… The street was bustling when he managed to get over to it. School had been out for a couple of hours and it seemed most of the town was there. The street lights were getting ready to turn on above them and the multi-colored banners above them danced in the breeze. It was actually pretty nice and Rian felt happy that he had decided to come down here and join in the festivities. But as always he was ready for anything to happen. Walking among the booths on either side of the street he stopped for a moment to admire some jewelry. Letting his guard down for a few moments and not realizing that someone had approached him. TAG @open WORDS seven five four BOINK OF GS