Late in the evening, bright lights still illuminated the police station while officers on duty remained occupied with their tasks.
Caiden, who should have clocked out hours ago, remained isolated in his office, puffing away at cigarettes with visible frustration. More than twenty discarded butts cluttered the ashtray on his desk.
Thick smoke clouded the room, transforming what should have been a professional workspace into something resembling a hazy den.
Something gnawed at Caiden's nerves as the night wore on, leaving him increasingly restless.
An ominous feeling settled over him regarding Sergio's release tonight—like everything might fall apart.
Still, the arrangements were already in motion. What could realistically go wrong?
This nagging worry kept Caiden planted in his office chair, determined to monitor every detail personally.
After a while, knuckles rapped against his office door. Ingram, the police captain's nephew, stepped inside without waiting for permission.
