Chapter Four: Mal
"What the hell do you mean you can't help me?" Mal ground out, his teeth clenched together. "Listen for fucks sake."
He played the message on his phone again, putting it on speaker so everyone could hear.
"Mal, Mal." His sister’s scared voice still managed to stop Mal’s heart even though he'd listened to this damn message so many times in the last two days. “I need your help. I think I’ve stumbled across something I shouldn’t have. Call me as soon as you get this. Love you.”
"She was in trouble, isn't it your job to find out why?" his head was killing him. He felt as though he had been bashing it against a brick wall trying to get the police to actually investigate his sister's death.
After contemplating what to do all day yesterday he decided he would try to get the police to listen to what he had to say. He now had proof that Anya had stumbled onto something and that was likely the reason she'd been killed. Mal had arrived at the station first thing this morning. It was now well after lunch. The fuckers had kept him waiting for hours. Only finally agreeing to see him after he started to kick up a fuss about calling in the media about their fucked up treatment.
The scowl on Bates's face when he'd seen Mal had set the tone for their entire meeting. They'd been going around and around in circles now for nearly an hour. Mal couldn't understand why they wouldn't investigate Anya's death or the days leading up to it.
"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," Bates's partner, Hanson said.
"That's bullshit and you know it," Mal spat as he slammed his fist down on the side of the desk. Papers and pens all jumped with the force of the impact. Bates scowled at him again.
"If you don't calm down, I'm going to arrest you."
Mal stared at the man as if he'd lost his damn mind. That was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with. He looked between the two men who were staring at him as if he was a piece of gum on the bottom of their shoes.
"You know what?" he said as he stood abruptly, snatching his jacket and his helmet up.
"Fuck you," he said to Bates then turned to Hanson. "Fuck you too. Fuck everyone in this fucking place. If you can't be bothered to pull your dicks out of your asses and actually investigate a murder of one of the citizens of this city then I'll do it myself."
"Keep you nose out of this, the last thing we need is you getting in the way and stuffing up our investigation," Bates snarled.
"What fucking investigation? There isn't one as far as I can see. You're doing sweet FA to find out what happened to my sister."
Hanson made a move to grab onto Mal.
Mal stared at him hard. "You fucking touch me and I'll have you on the floor crying for Mummy in seconds."
Hanson's hand stopped in mid air before he let it drop down beside him.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"Are you threatening an officer of that law?' Bates growled.
"There ain't no officers of the law here. So no. Just telling an ass what'll happen if he so much as lays a finger on me." Mal slung his jacket over his shoulder and strode away from the pair.
Their little confrontation hadn't exactly been private. He had no idea why he wasn't shown to a meeting room. Hell, he would have even settled for an interrogation room. But no, he'd been shown to Bates and Hanson's desks in the middle of the fucking station with dozens of other cops all around them. None of whom even made a move to intervene when things got heated.
Mal wondered if the entire fucking department was corrupt as hell. A few of the cops now looked like they wanted to stop him. Mal just gave them a hard stare and dared them to try it. At six and a half feet and weighing it at over a hundred kilos, all solid muscle, he made one hell of an imposing figure. Mal wasn't a muscle god like some of those wrestlers you saw on television who didn't even have necks anymore, but his body was fit, tight and strong. His half a dozen years in the Australian armed forces when he was younger followed up by becoming a dragon rider meant he wasn't someone to be messed with. He was more than happy to stand his ground.
The cops seemed to think better of it and stood back to let him pass.
Mal had no idea where the hell he would start looking into this case, but he wasn't going to let this go. He'd made a promise to Anya and he'd never let his sister down before. He wasn't about to start now just because she was no longer here in body. Anya would always be a part of him.
His phone buzzed from in his front pocket and Mal fished for the object as he pushed through the doors to the station. The fresh clean summer air hit him as he walked outside. The storms and colder temperatures from the previous day had all disappeared and left them with a beautiful blue sky today.
He glanced at his phone and read the message. He had a half hour to get back to base and get saddled up. The rangers had a job to do and by the looks of this it was going to take all six of them. The last thing Mal wanted right now was to work, but maybe that was exactly what he needed. It had been several days since he'd been on the back of Nidhogg. Hopefully doing his job would help to settle the raging thoughts and emotions that had been swirling inside of him since he'd received the news about Anya. He doubted it, but there was always hope.