A Race With Time
We do question the suspect. But not for long. Soon enough Lieutenant himself comes bursting through the door of the interrogation room, not looking so pleased. “Elise, a word please?” he says, his stern gaze pinned on me. I feel like I’m at the Academy again, being scolded for lack of discipline or something like that. “Of course, Lieutenant,” I assure him, then turn to the suspect. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” I tell him, feeling anxiety building up inside my chest. I don’t think whatever my boss has to say will be pleasant. “What about-” “The same goes for you, Adrian. No fooling around, please,” I cut into my partner’s word before he’s able to finish the sentence. With that, I get up from the desk and head outside to talk to my boss. As soon as I close the door, he lets out a fr
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