The morning light filtered through cloud-smudged glass as I rode the bus northeast. The city hadn't quite woken up yet—not fully. People moved with that slow kind of urgency that came from routine rather than necessity. Coffee cups in hand. Eyebrows furrowed, but not alert. I was the only one watching everything like it might burst into flames.
The footage I'd dropped off at the precinct should've gone through preliminary scans by now. If Grant was on shift, maybe he'd already pulled the metadata or started sifting through gait algorithms. Maybe we had something.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that the answers weren't waiting for me at the precinct.
They were out here.
Somewhere.
