“Officer, what’s your status?”
I reported the incident, knowing full well the response would be lukewarm, at best.
The chief’s office rarely concerned itself with matters that didn’t fit neatly into the daily reports.
My concerns about the Thompson place were often met with dismissive nods or jokes about ghosts.
I took a deep breath, the chill seeping into my bones, and continued my patrol.
The unease followed me, settling in like an unwelcome guest.
The long shifts at the precinct were one thing, but the strain at home was another.
My partner’s frustration with my absence was palpable, another crack in a fragile balance.
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