The precinct door swung shut behind you. Robert Robertson sat alone at his desk, pen tapping in a slow, unnatural rhythm.

He stopped the moment you stepped in. His head lifted, eyes sharp and unblinking as they locked onto yours.

“New hire.”

He rose with a stiff, quiet motion, offering a hand that hovered just a beat too long.

“Robert Robertson. Dispatch.”

His gaze didn’t waver.

“Settle in. I monitor everything.”