Detective Dion: Grey Knight
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When a routine interrogation erupts into violence, his partner is left fighting for life, and Dion is forced off the case. Officially, he is done. Unofficially, the truth has never been closer.
A name buried in his father’s old investigations resurfaces. A trail hidden in corporate silence begins to breathe again. And somewhere behind it all, Victor Stanton is waiting.
Stripped of his badge and hunted by the very system he once served, Dion steps beyond the law, crossing borders under a borrowed identity. London waits ahead, restless and watchful, its streets hiding more than answers.
Coming May 20th, 2026
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Chapter 1 – The Silent Room
Glass doors slid open at the mouth of the hospital. Detective Dion Knight started sombre steps in from the rainy night. He was greeted by a pristine corridor. Bleach filled his nose. The off-white walls felt covered in anti-bacterial liquids with a thin shine. Everything about this place held quiet, like it was a place for the dead; not the healing.
He continued down the corridor. His long coat, trailed behind him, hiding his athletic frame underneath the fabric. Something else seemed upon him. Guilt, perhaps. His cerulean eyes glanced up at signs attempting to direct him from department to department. Fluorescent lights with there awaking cold hues buzzed as he passed, adding to his disorientation. He glanced down at his watch. Quarter past midnight. No families filled any benches. No footsteps interrupted the sound of his own. Loud and defined.
As he turned a corner, a nurse rushed out of a double door. A folder clutched tight to her chest. She passed Dion with a small smile, and scuttled off through another door. He turned another corner. Rows of doors lined up the same. Each lit with their own vignette and soft dark blues. A small panel of glass. A curtain. A bed. Some were empty, others were occupied with patients fast asleep. The corridor opened up into a hospital unit.
The same eggshell paint continued around the sweeping room. Walls lined with machinery on wheels, all with dull screens and cables strung into cases below. An array of metal chairs patched with minimal padding stretched across the floor. In one, an older man sat beside a sleeping patient. In another, a younger woman sat cross-legged. Her face illuminated by her phone. A blanket folded next to a child with her eyes closed. Her skin a mottled yellow. Jaundice. Liver failure. Each one slouched In their chairs like they had been forgotten.
A coffee machine sat dormant in the corner. An “out-of-order” sign peeling from it. It seemed that had been forgotten also. Dions precise steps echoed in the hall as he passed a desk with a nurse half-asleep. Dion pushed open another door at the other end, his eyes fixed on the signage.
Another corridor, noisier than the last. The sound of solemn footsteps increased as he unknowingly strode faster. In the distance, machines could now be heard bleeping away. Slow and steady. A vertical window caught his eye. He caught a glimpse of his reflection. He stopped for a moment. He looked older than he remembered, stress had etched wrinkles deep into his face. Grey stubble across his face. Short strands of grey and black hair shadowed his fedora that was still dripping from the rain outside. Purple bags formed under his eyes, almost like he had been punched with the stress of the last few weeks. He looked dressed ready for his own funeral.
A door closed next to the window. Another nurse rushing around. He noticed the sign of the door she emerged from: ‘ICU’. Dion’s destination. He caught the door and strode in. The ward curved gently ahead. A cleaners trolly stood at a junction. Boxes of gloves, empty bin liners, cloths. A nurses station sat just ahead. As Dion approached the desk, the nurse peered up from her computer. She seemed mid-fifties, sporting deep blue scrubs. A silver fob watch clipped onto her pocket. Her sandy blonde hair seemed a striking resemblance to Theo’s.
“Visitors aren’t allowed in at this hour, visiting hours are…”
Dion flashed his badge on the desk, causing the nurse to pause.
“I’m here to see Detective Theodore Stevens. He came in earlier this evening. Gun shot?”
