The bar was softly illuminated, with the low amber shine of hanging lights creating cozy shadows over worn out booths and sticky surfaces. It was a spot that embraced exhaustion, where tired eyes and weightier stories found comfort at the bottom of a glass.
Detective Miller cradled his second pint of beer, the glass dripping on the counter while he gazed at the TV positioned in the corner.
The news was airing. A blurry image of a smiling teenage girl occupied the screen, the headline underneath stating: "Four Months Missing: Search Ongoing."
Miller let out a sigh, brushing his hand against his grizzled jaw. "Still nothing had changed."
Detective June sat next to him, sipping a ginger ale. She refrained from drinking while on duty, even unofficially . "That girl might be anywhere." "Or
