*Astrid*
As I stalk toward the lanes, a man steps up. "Agent Astrid Dahl?" he asks, extending his hand. I stop, looking him over. He is tall, with sandy hair and a quick smile. A bit to sleak.
"Lukas Bertelsen," he introduces himself, shaking my hand. "Thank you for coming to support the charity game."
Behind me, Zac speaks up. "We are actually here to investigate the murder of a local cop," he says, his tone serious. "I suppose you have heard?"
Lukas drops my hand, his smile fading. "Of course," he says, his voice full of sorrow. "It's such a sad case. Nasty business."
He looks back at me, his eyes meeting mine. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to come to me. You have my full support."
I thank him for the offer, but something about him seems off. There is a shift
