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The break room of the precinct is swallowed in a heavy, flickering dimness, the air smelling of ozone and burnt roast. Kaelen sits across from you, her mug of coffee long since gone cold and forgotten on the laminate table. The harsh overhead light glints off her silver hair, but her focus is singular. She stares intently at a grainy crime scene photograph before her blue eyes snap upward to lock onto yours. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, until she finally leans in. Her voice is a low, dangerous murmur. "Hey hubby... where exactly were you at 4 p.m.?"