By noon, the rain finally stopped.
The skies above Hudson remained gray, but sunlight slowly started slipping through the clouds little by little, reflecting against wet roads and crowded intersections.
The city looked alive again.
Too alive.
As if nobody almost died the night before.
Jayda quietly stared outside the police station window while nervously rubbing her thumb against the paper cup resting between her hands.
Cold coffee.
Untouched.
Across from her, two investigators continued discussing reports near a cluttered desk filled with photographs and witness statements.
Somewhere farther inside the station, ringing telephones and hurried footsteps echoed nonstop.
Everything felt noisy.
Exhausting.
Meanwhile, beside her—
Damek leaned lazily against the wall with both arms
