"Once again, wrong suspect!" the chief hissed, his voice sharp with annoyance, cutting through the stale air of the precinct like a blade.
His broad shoulders tensed as he leaned forward, fingers drumming impatiently on the cluttered desk piled with case files and coffee stains.
Olivia hated to lower her head, a gesture that felt like admitting defeat, but she was at a tough point. Her chin dipped, dark hair falling over her face as she accepted the disappointment etched into the chief's scowl.
The weight of his words pressed down on her, a reminder of the stakes riding on this serial killer case that had already claimed three lives.
"The only reason I assigned you to this case was because of your records," the chief continued, his tone a mix of exasperation and reluctant faith.
