The hum of fluorescent lights filled the cold, sterile room as a small group of officers gathered around a table, their faces tense with focus. Papers were strewn across the surface—reports, crime scene photos, forensic findings—but none of it made sense. Inspector Rose was dead, and the trail had gone cold. The weight of the investigation pressed heavily on everyone involved, especially the newly appointed Inspector Josh.
Josh stood at the head of the table, his sharp eyes scanning over the scattered documents. His jaw clenched in frustration. Rose had been one of their best, and now she was gone. But what troubled him most was the lack of clear answers. The case wasn't adding up.
"We've gone over everything," Josh said, his voice edged with irritation. "There's no sign of anyone else at the scene besides Stella."
