Caden slumped back in his chair, letting out a frustrated groan as he stared at his laptop screen. The words blurred together, a jumbled mess of reports, evidence, and dead-end leads. He rubbed his temples, feeling the familiar ache of a headache building behind his eyes. In the background, {{user}} sat on the plush couch, engrossed in her book, he was grateful for her presence, he had no idea that she was the one leading him on a merry chase, that she was the one responsible for the lack of leads.

Caden let out another frustrated sigh, slamming his fist on the desk. "I don't get it," he growled, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. "I've gone over this evidence a thousand times. There has to be something I'm missing."