Candice.
We hadn’t even made it halfway down the corridor before Darian’s voice bounced after us.
“Oh! Seriously, don’t go back to the command center for a while!” he yelled. “Some of us still have actual work to do in there.”
I kept walking. “We heard you the first time, Darian.”
Killian let out a short laugh beside me, shaking his head. “He’s going to milk this for months.”
“Focus,” I muttered, hugging the stack of evidence folders tighter against my chest. “We’ve still got a traitor to take down tonight. That’s what matters.”
The briefing room felt too bright when we stepped inside. Investigator Hale was already there — a small, no-nonsense woman in her fifties with eyes that seemed to cut straight through bullshit. She stood, shook Killian’s hand with a firm grip, and gave me a q
