Daryl arrived at Station 1 before sunrise. The crisp morning air did little to shake off the heaviness in his chest. Something felt off the moment he stepped inside. The station was unusually quiet, officers murmuring in small groups, their faces tense. It was as if everyone was waiting for the next explosion.
Kyle Ramirez spotted him first, grinning as he leaned against his desk. “Damn, Grey. You look like you spent the night fighting ghosts. Bad dreams?”
Daryl exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Something like that.”
Kyle chuckled. “Well, whatever it is, you better shake it off. The air’s thick with trouble today.”
Before Daryl could reply, a sharp voice cut through the chatter.
“Grey! In my office. Now.”
Captain Hale.
Kyle gave him a look, half amused, half concern
