Tish

Dane

Harry led Dane through the station, greeting other officers as they walked, but not stopping to chat with anyone, and not meeting Dane's eye as he led him down a narrow, linoleum floored hallway, to a sturdy door with a very small window, marked INTV 3.

He glanced through the tiny square window in the door and nodded. "Here we go," he muttered, using his keys to unlock it, and pulling it wide for Dane.

Dane stepped in, cold as ice. Numb from the heart down. He'd been bracing himself for this moment since the night before, but nothing prepared him. 

Harry ushered him through and he stepped into the small interview room—very similar to the room he'd sat in with Harry just days before, except this one had three chairs—and he found her face immediately.

Tish, however, hadn't known he was coming.