BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 8 – The Chief’s Daughter The precinct was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that comes after too much noise. The city outside still screamed with sirens, but inside, everything felt muffled. Smoke drifted through the halls like the building itself had taken up smoking out of stress. Quigley pushed open the Chief’s office door without knocking. The wood groaned like it hated him personally. McFinleyyy trailed behind, his jacket singed, shirt still damp with whiskey and blood. The Chief’s office was a shrine to chaos. Papers stacked in crumbling towers, crime scene photos pinned to walls with thumbtacks, maps of Miami peppered with red string like a conspiracy theory that got out of hand. A desk big enough to bury a man under. And behind it, Chief Donovan—tie loosened, sleeves rolled, hands scarred from decades of gripping steering wheels and throats alike. His eyes were bloodshot, but they still cut sharper than any blade. “Y...