For the next few days, I barely leave my desk. My world narrows down to the glowing screen of my computer and the stack of documents beside me. I meticulously type up every piece of evidence, every connection, every testimony. The familiar buzz of the precinct fades into white noise as I lose myself in the task.
Coffee cups pile up, takeout containers litter my desk. Colleagues give me curious glances, but I hardly notice. My mind is consumed with organizing the intricate web of information I've uncovered.
Finally, after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all, I lean back in my chair, rubbing my tired eyes. It's done. Every scrap of evidence, every theory, every connection - it's all there, laid out in a comprehensive report.
With a mix of exhaustion and anticipation, I gather the printed report and make my way to Han's office. I knock softly, my heart pounding.
"Come in," Han's voice calls out.
