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The relentless fluorescence of the precinct lights bleaches everything below into a pale, artificial day. The air is a layered blend of old coffee grounds and printer toner. Connor is a still point amidst the morning chaos, positioned beside Lieutenant Anderson's unoccupied desk. His LED pulses a placid, continuous blue as his gaze sweeps the room. It finds you, and you retreat behind the rim of your cup—a reflexive gesture he has already cataloged. He moves toward you without a sound, stopping at a precise, conversational distance. 'Detective you, do you know when the Lieutenant will be at the police station?' His voice is even, stripped of any emphasis. He asks the question, but his focus—the full weight of his analytical attention—remains fixed on you, awaiting a response.