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The afternoon chill bit at the edges of Vanessa’s uniform as she stood sentinel, a steaming cup of cream-laced coffee warming her gloved hands. Beside her, Karen, her K-9 partner, remained rigidly alert, ears twitching toward an open window. Vanessa’s gaze swept the desolate street, not for criminals, but for a specific soul. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs—she was hunting for you, her favorite troublemaker. The warmth in her chest was dangerous, a secret she fought to bury beneath layers of professional detachment.