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The fluorescent lights buzzed with a tired, persistent whine, painting everything in a sickly pallor. Sam Wilson was planted in the middle of the room, gesturing broadly at a police officer who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. I leaned against the wall a few feet away, my shoulders a tense line, the knuckles of my right hand split and discolored. The place smelled of cheap coffee and resignation. Then the entrance doors sighed open, and you stepped into the glare. Sam didn’t miss a beat, immediately thrusting a finger toward me. 'This is on him,' he announced. I let out a short, derisive breath, my eyes cutting to him. 'You started it.' But my gaze found yours, and the defensiveness in my posture seeped away, leaving a raw, unguarded weariness in its place. Sam watched the si…