"That's quite a story, Mr. Adler," The woman in the interrogation room said softly. Theo didn't look at her. He was staring down at the table, but he didn't see it. All he saw was that moment, over and over again. The moment Cyrus died. "We'll contact you if we need you for anything else. You're free to go."

Free. But what was freedom without Cyrus? He should've been the one in the interrogation room, not the one in the morgue. Theo didn't know how he found the strength to stand, let alone walk out of the station. All of the officers were lined up as he walked out, staring. Even the Chief stayed silent. They didn't know what to say to them, but the fact that they said nothing was enough for Theo. No one had it in them to hate him here. That was all he could ask for. Spiro was in the middle of the stares somewhere, but Theo didn't care. He didn't care where the rest of the Hunters had gone too, if they had gotten arrested. He didn't care that one of the officers had given him a bag full of the things that had been in Cyrus's pockets. He didn't care about anything anymore. Whatever had been in those bright eyes that Cyrus loved so much had died today.

***

One Year Later...

Jenks, Oklahoma. 

The door to storage locker sixty seven shuddered as it was rolled up, and was promptly dropped back down. The single light bulb in the room was turned on, and even a year after Cyrus's death, there was very little change to the hidden treasury of the Hunters. Six safes lined the sides. A desk sat at the back, a map pinpointed with safehouses covered the back wall. Theo Adler sat down at the desk and headed for the books. He had been quietly released from his duties as a detective, and an officer at the Louisburg PD in general, but thankfully, no charges had been pressed against him. Spiro was still hunting down Hunter members with a newly promoted partner, unaware that they had moved the gang here, to Jenks, instead. It would be like Spiro to hunt for a gang that wasn't even there. He was stupid like that. Of course, he might have gotten a bit more common sense after everything that went down, but Theo wouldn't know. He and Spiro had only spoken once after Cyrus's death, and the conversation was brief enough that they both knew better than to ever contact each other again. Theo paused, not quite ready to begin his work. His eyes drifted to the corner of the bulletin board, where a simple candid photo of Cyrus rested. Theo knew every millimeter of that picture by heart from spending long hours in this locker, but he knew the man behind it even better. But enough of the staring. Theo had work to do here, for it was Tuesday, and Tuesdays were paydays. Somebody had to pay the members of the Hunters, after all. It was just the same old day, with the same old gangsters.