She exhaled sharply through her nose, a sound that might have been a laugh if it weren't so devoid of amusement. "We'll see." The car slowed as she pulled into the precinct parking lot, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the scene. She turned off the engine and faced me fully, her expression unreadable. "Let's go, Mr. Reynolds. I'm eager to hear your side of the story."
As she stepped out of the car, I followed, the cool night air doing little to dampen the heat of the confrontation. Jayden led the way into the station, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor with purpose. Every eye in the room seemed to flick toward us, but her focus never wavered.
She stopped at the door to an interrogation room, turning to me with a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. "After you."
