Sharp.
Focused.
Watching.
The officer pushed the bathroom door open.
The light was still on.
Steam lingered in the air.
Everything looked… normal.
Too normal.
Then the officer stepped inside.
Paused.
And leaned down slightly.
“What’s this?” he said.
The second officer joined him.
There was a moment.
A quiet one.
But it stretched.
Long.
Heavy.
Then one of them spoke into his radio.
“Requesting additional units.”
My breath caught.
Behind me, Mark’s posture changed.
Completely.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
No one answered him.
Because whatever they had found…
It was enough.
Enough to shift everything.
The officer came back out.
His expression was no longer neutral.
