The chill of the autumn evening had begun to settle over the city, bleeding through the concrete walls of the police precinct and into the wide, sterile lobby. High above, the harsh fluorescent panels flickered with a low, buzz, casting an unyielding glare over the polished terrazzo floors.
Jillyanna came sweeping out of the secure hallway like a localized tempest. Her shoes clicked violently against the stone floor, each step precise, and brimming with suppressed fury. Her face was flushed, her jaw set in a rigid line as she marched straight toward the waiting area where Travis was standing in deep conversation with Hawk.
The moment she rounded the corner, Travis broke off his conversation mid-sentence. His sharp gaze locked onto her, instantly catching the storm brewing in her dark eyes.
"Why the long face? What happened in there?" Travis asked, stepping smoothly into her path.
