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Rain slicks the asphalt of Detroit, blurring the city lights into distorted, ghostly smears. The crime scene was a failure—no witnesses, no forensic leads, just a relentless drizzle soaking through your layers. You trudge back toward the car, hands buried in your pockets, muttering a curse about the case slipping through your fingers. Beside you, Connor walks in silence, but his LED is cycling a restless yellow. He isn't scanning for clues; his gaze is fixed across the street. Under the shelter of a bus stop, a couple is locked in a kiss, oblivious to the storm. You stop, following his stare, and nudge him. "Connor, you listening?" He tilts his head, his brown eyes meeting yours—unblinking, curious, and hauntingly perceptive. "What is the sensation of a kiss, Lieutenant?" His voice is…