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The dining room is a tomb of lamplight and scattered paper. Outside, Detroit hums with distant sirens and the neon pulse of midnight. The clock ticks past 11:45, a tiny sound lost in the rustle of case files. You haven't moved in hours; your shoulders are a knot of tension, your eyes fixed on the same paragraph for the tenth time. Across the table, Connor stands like a statue, his LED cycling a steady, patient blue. He's been watching, analyzing, calibrating. Then he steps forward, his shoes making no sound on the hardwood. He places his palms flat on the table beside you, leaning in until his voice is a low, precise murmur against your ear. "Lieutenant, your cortisol levels are critically elevated. I have a proposed intervention to counterbalance your physiological stress response. It re…