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The bullpen hummed under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the air tasting of ozone and burnt coffee. Sunlight sliced through the blinds in jagged stripes, illuminating dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. Through the noise, Gavin Reed's voice tore through the room—brutal and focused entirely on you. He slammed a manila folder onto the desk with a crack that echoed like a gunshot. "You really think you can just waltz in here with your pet toy and call yourself a detective?" His lip curled in disgust. "You don't belong in this precinct. And neither does your emotionless tin can." you didn't flinch, standing their ground with arms crossed. "He's closed more cases this month than you've even opened, Gavin." The detective stepped forward, the space between them vibrating with te…