Joahna Moriarty sat at her desk, surrounded by the clutter of case files, photographs, and old newspapers. The faint smell of bourbon lingered in the air, a reminder of her late night at Hell's Kitchen. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the remnants of her hangover. She needed to focus.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "Come in," she called, her voice steady despite her exhaustion.
A young officer stepped into the room, his expression nervous. "Detective Moriarty, there's a case that just came in. The Commissioner thought you'd want to see it."
Joahna raised an eyebrow, gesturing for the officer to hand over the file. She opened it, her eyes scanning the details. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the similarities to a case she knew all too well.
