Cassandra Kane
"What the f**k do you mean Bingham is running the investigation?" Cassandra stormed into the observation room, her boots clicking sharply against the floor as she entered, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered slightly, matching her sudden burst of energy. Her pulse quickened, her chest tight with frustration, as she moved to the center of the room, her hands balled into fists.
Captain Harris didn't so much as glance over his shoulder. His eyes remained fixed on the two-way mirror where Detective Bingham sat across from a nervous-looking Officer Domingo. "It's not your decision, detective," Captain Harris said flatly, his voice calm but with an edge of warning.
Cassandra’s frustration boiled over. "It should be me in there, not Mr.
