Chapter 69
Ronnie sat cross-legged in the armchair of her office, her laptop perched on the armrest as she scrolled through case files. The room was quiet—dimly lit with only the soft hum of her desk lamp and the faint noise of the precinct beyond her door. She’d made it through three hours of paperwork and one lukewarm cup of coffee. Her head hurt. Her eyes burned. Her body was stiff from the awkward way she was sitting, but she hadn’t moved. The knock at the door startled her. Before she could answer, the door cracked open and Detective Jamie Corrin leaned in—short, dark-haired, and built like a sprinter with sharp eyeliner and a no-nonsense attitude that often scared the new recruits. “Hey, Summers,” Jamie said, stepping inside with a crooked grin. “Couple of us girls are grabbing drinks after
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