The Flasher (5)

I return to my desk, the adrenaline from the intense interrogation slowly ebbing away. The bullpen is a hive of activity, with officers bustling about, phones ringing, and the constant hum of conversation filling the air. For the next few hours, I immerse myself in mundane tasks - filing reports, organizing notes, and reviewing case details. It's a welcome distraction from the intensity of the morning's events.

As I work, my mind keeps drifting back to Jin's face during the interrogation - the flicker of pride, the moment of panic when he thought we'd cracked his codes. I jot down some observations, determined to use every scrap of information to our advantage.