The Possession Crimes Unit headquarters was a stark contrast to the councilman's estate. Bright fluorescent lights hummed softly, casting a sterile glow over the pristine floors. The steady clatter of keyboards and the murmur of agents talking filled the air, creating an atmosphere of normalcy—almost too normal, after what they'd just faced.
Eamon sat at his desk, slumped over as he stared blankly at the cup of coffee in front of him. He'd taken maybe two sips before deciding he wasn't in the mood for caffeine. His fingers were still trembling from the exorcism, though now it was more from exhaustion than fear.
"Rough night?" Nico asked, sliding into the chair beside him. He had joined the team just a few weeks ago and was still finding his place among them. His neat suit and meticulously arranged files were always a dead giveaway—this guy liked things orderly.
"You could say that," Eamon mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "How did you know?"
