We arrived at the police station, and Alexander parked around the back. We walked up to the door together, and he knocked three times. On the third knock, the door swung open, and an officer with a grim expression motioned for us to enter.
He led us down the hallway, pointed to a door, and stepped away, leaving us alone. I could hardly believe this was happening, but I did my best to mask the confusion and shock on my face.
Alexander was right—we needed whatever information this man could give us, and I didn’t want to risk messing it up by showing how uncomfortable I was.
We entered the room to find a tall, broad-built man with messy stubble and bloodshot eyes, slumped over the table. He heard the door open, looked up, and I watched all the color drain from his face.
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