Gemotions

“Are you certain you saw him leave?” Detective Miller pressed, his voice tight, his gaze fixed on the waitress. Chief Inspector Thorne, his long-time teacher, his ally, had quietly resigned. No forwarding address, no final briefing. The precinct, once familiar, was now viewed with suspicion. Every colleague, a potential enemy. He found himself cataloging every interaction, every gesture, evaluating the truth behind every passing comment. His hand remained close to his holstered weapon.