So Marcos had come alone.
By the time he returned to Capital Central Police Headquarters, the building had regained much of its usual order.
The swarm of reporters who had crowded the entrance only hours earlier had mostly disappeared, leaving behind only a handful of camera crews lingering outside the gates in hopes of capturing another headline.
Inside, officers moved quietly through the corridors, and maintenance staff had already removed the broken furniture from the conference room in an effort to erase every visible reminder of the violence that had erupted earlier that day.
A uniformed officer silently escorted Marcos toward the detention wing.
The farther they walked, the colder the building seemed to become.
The polished wooden doors and brightly lit administrative offices gradually gave way to heavy steel security doors, bare concrete walls, and harsh fluorescent lights that cast pale shadows across the empty corridors.
