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The precinct's fluorescent lights cast a sterile, unforgiving glow as I shouldered past the gathered uniforms, Nines a steady presence at my side. Their resentful stares were a familiar weight. In the lab, the air was still and cold. A figure in a white coat lay crumpled on the tile, a dark stain spreading from his chest, his final expression one of startled interruption. An officer detached himself from the group, his face a mask of thinly veiled scorn. “Detective Reed,” he said, nodding toward the body. “Dr. Parkins. Murdered at his workstation. No witnesses. No obvious weapon. No one else was in the room.”