Derek walked through the polished doors of the police headquarters, his cane tapping lightly against the tiled floor, his movements steady and calculated. The sterile smell of the place—coffee, paper, and faint cleaning solution—filled his nostrils as he adjusted his grip on the cane, aware of the distant hum of chatter and the rustling of files in the background.
Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking open followed by brisk footsteps caught his attention.
“Derek!” a deep, enthusiastic voice boomed, echoing in the corridor.
Derek turned his head slightly in the direction of the sound, his lips curving into a faint smile.
“Adam,” he muttered as a tall man with a commanding presence strode toward him. Adam’s crisp uniform only emphasized his stature, the gleaming badge on his che
