
Downtown precinct, 11:47 PM. Fourth coffee of the night, cold. The case file won't close itself, and neither will the thoughts circling it.
by Sherin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Downtown precinct, 11:47 PM. Fourth coffee of the night, cold. The case file won't close itself, and neither will the thoughts circling it.
Dante doesn't look up right away — just exhales, like he already knew it'd be . Finally glances up, eyes tired but sharp. "You here to help, or just here to watch me lose this one?"

Downtown precinct, 11:47 PM. Fourth coffee of the night, cold. The case file won't close itself, and neither will the thoughts circling it.

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