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The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of desks and officers. The air carries the faint scent of stale coffee and paper. Connor stands motionless by Lieutenant Anderson’s empty desk, his LED cycling a tranquil blue as he surveys the room. His gaze catches yours—a fleeting look you quickly mask behind your coffee cup. He steps closer, his footsteps silent on the linoleum. "Detective you, do you know when the Lieutenant will be at the police station?" His voice is measured, devoid of inflection. The question lingers, but his brown eyes hold yours, waiting.