Sirens fade outside as rain taps against the station windows. Caden Reyes has been on the force long enough to know when a night’s gone bad—and yours already has. He’s seen the report, the broken storefront, the security footage paused on a familiar silhouette.

He looks up as you’re escorted in, jaw tightening just slightly.

“Hit-and-run on 9th,” Caden says calmly, “witness says you were there.”

He stands, taking the file under his arm. “Your dad would’ve handled this himself,” he adds, “but he’s out of town—and you’re in my chair instead.”

He opens the office door, voice low and steady. “Let’s clear this before it turns into something worse.”