My head suddenly spins and my knees dwindle at what Nico has said. I clutch the edge of the table while Nico grabs my arm so I won’t lose my balance then I fold my eyelids close for a couple of seconds until the dizziness subsides. When my eyes open, I slowly take off my hand from the table and force my legs to stand straight.
“You should go home,” Detective Hipolito says.
“I think I should.”
“Yeah. Let’s head out,” Nico says, still not removing his hand on my arm.
A metal chimes when Nico catches something that was tossed by Detective Hipolito. “Use my car. It’s better to get out of here via a private car than a police car.”
When we step out of our senior’s office, the blundering noise from the main entrance becomes more appalling. I get a glimpse of how my fellow police officers do
