The Almost Meeting
The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn, turning the city into a reflection of itself. Cade moved through the crime scene with a quiet intensity, the kind that made junior officers get out of his way. The body had been removed hours ago, but the scent of antiseptic and something metallic still clung to the air. Hale’s office was pristine — too pristine. He crouched beside the couch, fingertips hovering over the faint indentations on the cushions. She made him lie down, he thought. Controlled, deliberate… intimate. “Sir,” one of the techs called from the reception area. “There’s a woman here — said she had an appointment tonight with Dr. Hale. Might know something.” Cade stood, adjusting his jacket. “Bring her in.” The woman stepped into the room, shaking off an umbrella. She wore a deep gr
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