VERGIL:
I stare at the open file in front of me, knuckles clenched as I scan the report for the hundredth time. I read it aloud like it is new to me.
“No dash cam. No credible witness. Sister of the victim unable to speak.” My jaw tenses at the last sentence, and the urge to fire the entire police team has me in a chokehold.
They are already treating this like a cold f*****g case.
“Cowards!” I sneer, slamming the file shut.
A sharp knock on the door makes my jaw tick.
“Come in,” I say flatly.
Byron walks in, carrying another folder, and I want to gouge my eyes out at the thought of looking at another goddamn file. I don’t look at him until he places it in front of me.
“What is this?” I mutter, already done with bullshit for the day.
“The full report you requested, Alpha,” he says.
