AN HOUR BEFORE I GOT SHOT…
As we stood in the police station, the tension in the air was palpable. Tony, Pepper, and I huddled together, our gazes fixed on the technician in front of us. His fingers danced over the keyboard, his face illuminated by the glow of the computer screen as he attempted to trace Becca's location.
I couldn't help the unease that gnawed at my gut. My heart raced, each tick of the clock sounding like an ominous countdown. Tony's stern expression mirrored my own worry, while Pepper's concern was etched across her face.
Suddenly, the station door burst open, running and panting, Inderjit burst into the station, his eyes wild with urgency.
"Did you find her?" Tony, Pepper, and I chorused together, our desperation hanging in the air like an unspoken prayer.
Inderj
