Metro Nashville Police Department
It was too quiet in the precinct for a Monday morning. This type of quiet didn’t mean peace, it meant pressure. The tension could be felt in the air.
Detective Miller stood, arms folded, teeth gritted tightly. His partner, June, leaned nonchalantly against a filing cabinet, her gaze fixed on the shut office door ahead of them.
The door burst open, like it wanted to be lifted up its hinges.
Chief Reynolds barged in flushed and furious. “Are you guys desperately trying to piss me off or is this a goddamn circus act?”
“Good morning to you too Chief.” Miller replied in a calm and cool voice.
“Shut it, Miller,” Reynolds snapped. He tossed a folder onto the table.
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