After parking his car, Lee checked his phone, seeing a text from Austin. Pressing his lips together, the male rolled his eyes, not even bothering to reply. He did feel bad about assuming that Austin could get a home, but would he admit that? Nope. He wasn't a softie like that, unfortunately. He'd find a way to apologize, one way or another. Stepping out of his car, Lee looked over the deserted crime scene, seeing the police tap closing off the broken doorway. Ducking under the tape, Lee felt chills roll over his spine, the hairs on his neck standing on end. It was also eerily quiet, one of the few things he hated about investigating empty crime scenes. The house was also dark except for the sunlight that leaked in through the windows. The floorboards also creaked under Lee's feet as he walked, causing him to lick his lips. He wasn't all too scared, but after the jumpscare in the bathroom, he was a bit on edge.
Slowly, Lee opened the parents' room, stepping inside. The smell of iron from their blood mixed with the must of the room, even though the bodies were no longer there. Suddenly, Lee paused in his tracks, goosebumps traveling over his arms instantly. Something was off. He could feel it. Almost as if something in the room was tampered with. The detective suddenly had the feeling that he should leave, and turned to go. However, a set of clicks caused the male to turn, his eyes drawn to the line of holes in the wall he was turned to look at. His eyes widened and he felt his breath catch in his throat. He intended to jump out of the way, but before he could, he felt pain blossom over his shoulder and over his cheek just as he heard something fly past his face. His eyes were wide as he felt warm liquid draining down his face and down his right arm, staining his purple shirt. He almost died. If he had moved even an inch to the left, the knife would have pierced his eye and planted itself into his brain. A fatal move.
Looking down at his shoulder, Lee winced at the knife that was buried in his flesh. It was painful, yes. But, the only thought on his mind was that the murderer knew they'd come back to search, so he set up the trap. So... it meant he was somewhat intelligent. Just perfect. Looking back down at the dagger, Lee grabbed it by the handle and pulled quickly, causing his vision to fill with black spots. Pain engulfed his body and he took in a deep breath once the dagger was free. Luckily, it wasn't powerful enough to cause serious damage. It would heal over time, and it didn't really need stitched. Lifting his uninjured arm, he wiped at the dripping blood on his face, staining his shirt even more. Great. He needed another shirt as well.
Lee paused. Footsteps. Quickly, the detective looked around the room and saw that there was space under the bed. Wasting no more time, Lee fell to his stomach and pulled himself under the bed, moving as far back as he could. His heart was racing, and he listened as doors were opening and closing, as if someone was checking for something. Or someone. Noticing that he was breathing heavily, Lee placed a hand over his mouth to keep quiet. If he wasn't injured, he would've waited for the person to enter before attacking him, but he couldn't at the moment. All that mattered was staying safe and hidden. Soon enough, the door to the main room opened, and Lee watched as a pair of shoes met his view, slowly stepping inside as if he was inspecting a house for sale. Lee felt his breathing stop as he waited, his eyes wide as he waited for something to happen.
To Lee's luck, the man eventually turned and left the room, whistling a bit. The detective stayed still, not breathing, until he heard the front door bang shut before opening once more, as it was broken. Closing his eyes, Lee let out a relieved sigh before pulling himself from under the bed, moving to sit on it instead. Running a hand through his hair, he let the events of the day run through his head. The fact that he almost died was just lovely. Perfect for starting the day.
Standing, Lee walked into the bathroom and searched around. Luckily, he saw a small first aid kit and grabbed it. Sitting on the toilet seat, he unbuttoned his shirt and shed it off, looking down at the wound on his arm. Furrowing his brow at the sight, he quickly opened a few alcohol pads before wiping at it, not even bothered by the stinging. Once he was done with his arm, he wiped his face clean and put a bandage on it. Grabbing a cotton wrap, Lee then wrapped it around his shoulder along with the top of his arm so that it was steady and wouldn't slip. Then, he finished by wrapping around the cotton with gauze, tucking it so it stayed. He didn't bother putting his shirt back on, as it was ruined and smelled like his blood. A smell he didn't quite like.
Pulling out his phone, he looked over Austin's text message again before standing up. Walking back to the room, Lee snapped a picture of the holes in the wall as wall as the dagger he pulled from his shoulder. Sending them to Austin, he also sent a text '
Booby trapped. Perfect thing to encounter in the morning, wouldn't you agree?' After sending the text, Lee sat on the bed, looking over the room. There wouldn't have been a booby trap if there wasn't something to hide. So, he just sat there, letting his mind turn over the possibilities, along with the fact that he had almost died. At least it would be another interesting story to tell, among many others.
