DAMIEN
My eyes took in the scene in front of me. A crowd was gathered in front of the police station. With Journalists, cameras flashing, and officers trying to manage the chaos. It looked like a media circus.
Charles let out a deep sigh, his face hardening.
“Come on Russo,” he said. “We have to move quickly.”
He stepped out of the car, and I followed his lead. The sound of shouting reporters and murmuring bystanders filled my ears. My gut twisted as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. What could’ve caused this much commotion?
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to Officer Charles.
He looked grim. “I think we’re about to find out. Follow me.”
We pushed our way through the crowd. Journalists swarmed around me, shoving their microphones closer, each one trying to get their q
