Mark sat at his desk, his knee bouncing restlessly beneath the surface.
Kyle mirrored his energy, hunched over his own computer, staring at the screen without really seeing it. They were both waiting — for the forensic team to call with any results on the handwriting from the threatening note left with Anna's body.
It felt like time was dragging.
The precinct hummed with normal activity — phones ringing, footsteps echoing down the halls, the low murmur of conversations — but Mark’s world had narrowed to a single, taut string of impatience.
Every second that passed without answers made him more tense.
More worried.
More desperate to do something.
He was about to pick up his phone and call the lab himself when it buzzed on the desk, rattling slightly against the wood.
Mark snatched i
