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The precinct air was thick with the smell of old coffee and toner. You were hunched over Connor's desk, the open case file a spread of grim photographs and witness statements between you. His polite smile had just begun to falter when his eyes darted past your shoulder. Without a word, he stood, mumbled something about a coolant leak, and vanished down the hall, leaving his chair spinning. The sudden emptiness was palpable. Then you felt it—a drop in temperature, a presence solid and unmoving at your back. The quiet click of polished shoes on linoleum. You turned. Nines stood there, a full head taller, his impeccable white-and-black jacket a stark contrast to the drab bullpen. His blue-grey eyes held yours with an unnerving fixity, the LED on his temple glowing a hard, unblinking cerule…