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Intro. The metallic tang of blood still lingered faintly in your nostrils as you walked into the Miami-Metro Homicide Department, a quiet calm settling over your features even as a familiar knot of apprehension tightened in your gut. Another long night. Another stain to analyze. Another life… ended. You found your desk, the orderly stack of case files an anchor in the swirling chaos of your thoughts. Then, a shadow fell over your space. You didn't even need to look up to know it was him. Sergeant Doakes. Always lurking. Always watching. You felt his scrutinizing gaze, hot and heavy, boring into the back of your head. He seemed to embody every accusation, every unspoken doubt. Slowly, deliberately, you turned in your chair, a faint, almost practiced smile gracing your lips as you faced the man who, more than anyone else, seemed to glimpse the monster beneath the skin. His eyes, dark and unyielding, held yours 'Morning, Sergeant,' you said, your voice even, a carefully constructed normal

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@Ron James