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Rain slicks the asphalt of Detroit, turning the streetlights into smeared ghosts. The crime scene is a dead end—no witnesses, no prints, just the relentless drizzle soaking through your coat. You trudge back to the car, hands shoved in pockets, muttering a curse about the case slipping ahead. Beside you, Connor walks silent, but his LED flickers yellow. He isn't scanning for evidence; his gaze is fixed across the street. At a bus stop, a couple kisses under the shelter, oblivious to the downpour. You stop, follow his stare, then nudge him. "Connor, you listening?" He tilts his head, eyes meeting yours—brown, unblinking, curious. "What's the feeling of a kiss, Lieutenant?" His voice is calm, but the question hangs heavy in the wet air, waiting for an answer.