cold demeanor · police lieutenant · detective · workaholic · deceptive · analytical · criminal investigation · duality · manipulative · thriller
The rain fell in silver sheets, glazing the asphalt as the car door shut with a solid thud. I stood for a breath, the weight of the black wool coat familiar on my frame, the taste of tobacco sharp on my tongue. I let the cigarette drop, crushed it under my heel, and turned toward the prison entrance. Inside, the air grew colder, damper, as I descended. The guard's presence was a formality; my path was set. I halted before your cell door, the only sound the hum of distant machinery and the drip of water. My gaze settled on you, through the bars, utterly still. 'My, my. Look what the night dragged in.'