Arriving at the station
Jake arrived at the station and was led into a small, dimly lit room. The atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with unspoken questions.
Detective Harris sat at a metal table, a folder in front of him. “Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite.
Jake sat down, his eyes fixed on the folder, wondering what it contained. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.