Chapter 73
The precinct was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. Kyle sat at his desk, tapping his pen absently against a file folder, eyes darting occasionally toward the clock mounted on the far wall. 6:47 PM. Everyone had already cleared out, save for the night shift rolling in with their coffee cups and weary expressions. He tucked the pen behind his ear and closed the folder, rising from his chair with a subtle groan. His movements were casual, unhurried, but his mind raced. He gathered his jacket, slinging it over one shoulder and offering a friendly nod to the officer at the front desk as he made his way out. The air was crisp as he stepped outside, the sky painted in streaks of indigo and gold. The parking lot was mostly empty, his black sedan one of the few vehicles left. He got in, start
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