Mark didn’t remember much of the drive back to the precinct.
He barely registered Kyle talking beside him, trying to calm him down, trying to think logically — telling him they’d find Ronnie, that everything was probably fine.
But the note burned a hole in Mark’s mind, the words etching themselves onto his skull.
"The good doctor sees all, but can't stop what's coming."
Ronnie.
They were targeting Ronnie.
This wasn’t a coincidence — it was a threat.
And he wasn’t going to sit around waiting for whoever wrote it to make good on it.
The second they stormed through the precinct doors, Mark’s eyes scanned the room, heart hammering in his chest.
She wasn’t there.
He moved faster, pushing past desks, peering into briefing rooms, interrogation rooms, break rooms.
Nothing.
"Ronnie!" Ma
