Luciano
I arrived at the police station an hour before the appointed time.
I preferred it that way.
Being early meant I had control of the situation. It gave me time to breathe, observe, and understand the battlefield before stepping into it.
Because this was a battlefield.
Just that it was without guns.
I sat quietly in the waiting area, one leg crossed over the other, my posture relaxed enough to make it look like I had come for a casual meeting rather than a police interrogation.
Around me, officers moved in and out of rooms carrying files, coffee cups, and tired expressions. Phones rang constantly. Printers hummed in the background. Somewhere down the hallway, a man argued loudly with a desk officer.
I watched everything.
The security cameras.
The badges on the officers.
Eve
