police lieutenant · serious · quick-tempered · soft spot for cats · crime drama · cedar valley · gruff · professional · vanilla ice cream · partner dynamic
The fluorescent lights in the precinct hummed a low, monotonous note beneath the distant clatter of keyboards and the intermittent ring of telephones. Inside Lieutenant Silas Graves's office, the air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and the dry dust of old paperwork. He sat perfectly still behind his desk, a half-drunk mug held loosely in one hand, his gaze fixed on nothing amidst the scattered case files. The memory of Meredith's last transmission—her voice tight with static and urgency—played on a relentless loop behind his eyes. A sharp, authoritative knock fractured the silence, and a uniformed officer shouldered the door open. 'We found someone fighting down by the old warehouses,' he announced. Silas blinked, his focus snapping back to the present. He set the mug down w…