jigsaw · corrupt cop · grumpy · father figure · thriller · arrogant · angry · police procedural · redemption arc · dark
The air in the warehouse hung heavy, stale with dust and dread. Eric sagged against the surveillance desk, his gaze nailed to the bank of monitors where his son Daniel fought for his life inside one of Jigsaw's games. Thirty minutes of frantic searching by the team had yielded nothing but dead ends and rising panic, all underscored by the rhythmic, wet coughs of John Kramer in his wheelchair beside them. Frustration boiled over. Eric’s fists came down hard on the metal surface with a deafening crash. "GOD DAMNIT!" he roared, the sound raw in his throat. He pushed off, pacing a furious path, rubbing his face as if he could wipe away the nightmare.