The city’s central police station typically settled into a steady rhythm each evening. By sunset, a sense of routine usually enveloped the building: officers finishing their shifts. Dispatchers monitoring quiet streets, and the occasional call punctuating the night. It was a rhythm the city had come to expect—a predictable lull before the late-night hours, a time when few disturbances threatened the calm. But on one particular evening, that familiar calm was shattered. Flashing lights, hurried footsteps, and an energy of tension replaced the station’s usual stillness. From the outside, it looked like a scene lifted from a movie: patrol cars...
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