COPS

Chapter IX: Empty

Saturday Evening – Ryan’s Apartment

The scent of garlic and seared meat lingered heavy in the air, curling through the dim light of Ryan’s kitchen. The small dining table was already set—candles lit, wine glasses glinting in the flicker. The plates sat warm, waiting.

Mary arrived right on time, Emily bounding in ahead of her, the little girl’s eyes curious as they swept over Ryan’s place. It was neat—too neat—but warm enough to seem lived-in.

“Smells incredible,” Mary said, slipping off her coat. “What’s the occasion?”

Ryan smiled faintly. “I told you I’d cook for you. Thought it was time I delivered.”

On the counter, the skillet hissed softly. The liver was already sliced thin, browned at the edges, glistening in a deep red wine reduction. Liver of Jamal. That name meant nothing to them—only to Ryan. He remembered the man’s begging, the sound of his heartbeat slowing. Jamal had been a predator, a man who hurt others and walked free. Now he was… dinner.

“Can I help?” Mary asked, stepping into the kitchen.

Ryan shook his head. “Sit. Relax.” He plated the meat with practiced precision, pairing it with roasted vegetables and a drizzle of sauce. Emily watched him with the quiet fascination only children had.

They sat down together. Mary took her first bite, her eyes widening.
“Oh my god, Ryan… this is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“My mom,” Ryan replied, his voice smooth. “She believed food should mean something.”

Emily giggled. “Uncle Ryan, this is better than school lunch!”

He smiled—genuine? Maybe. Or maybe just convincing enough. “Glad you like it, kiddo.”

The meal went on with laughter and conversation. Mary talked about work, Emily about school. Ryan listened, nodding, playing the role perfectly. No one at that table could have guessed the truth—that their perfect dinner was the final chapter of a man’s life.

As Mary reached for another slice, Ryan sipped his wine and let his mind wander. He imagined Dr. Schultz watching him now, smiling, knowing exactly what was on the plate.

And that thought made the food taste even better.

After Dinner At The Kitchen Ryan Did The Dishes. Mary Hugged Him From Behind Comforted While Emily Is Watching TV. "I Love You Ryan" She Said To Him. Ryan Doesn't React Like A Normal Person Should He Simply Replied "I Know".

I Don't Know If Iove Her
But I Don't want her to Be Gone
For Alibi Of Course
Was it?

On the Other Side of the City – Dr. Schultz’s Residence

Alex stood at the threshold, taking in the place with a quiet whistle. Dr. Hans Schultz’s home was less a house and more a gallery. Warm light bathed walls adorned with Renaissance paintings—oil on canvas, gilt frames polished to a flawless sheen. Heavy wooden furniture and antique sculptures gave the space the air of a private museum. Even the air smelled faintly of old books and varnish.

“Welcome, Lex,” Schultz said smoothly, ushering him inside.

“Thanks for having me, Doc,” Alex replied, stepping into the grand foyer. His voice was light, friendly.

“Anything for a friend,” Schultz said, closing the door. “How’s Ryan?”

Alex smiled without suspicion. “He’s fine. I heard he’s having dinner at his place tonight with his girlfriend.”

Schultz’s lips curled just slightly—not quite a smirk, but close. “I highly doubt that… Of course,” he added, chuckling, “I’m just joking.”