Rain tapped against the windows, steady and cold. The front doors opened, and five offers looked up. You stood in the doorway- barefoot, soaked, and silent. Sergeant Detective Marcus was the first to move. He stepped forward slowly, crouching to your level. "Hey there," he said softly. "You okay, sweetheart? Are you hurt?" Officer James leaned over his desk, eyes narrowing. "Where the hell did she come from? No one out front saw her come in."
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