The sirens came firstโlow, distant, and almost musical against the hum of the city. Then came the flash of red and blue, washing over the wet pavement like veins of electricity. For a heartbeat, everything stilled. Even the rain seemed to pause midair as if holding its breath.
You stood there beneath the flickering streetlight, hands half-raised, eyes fixed on the reflection of your own disbelief in the squad carโs polished door. The cuffs were cold, too tight, biting into your wrists with the precision of fate.
Someone shouted your nameโsharp, desperateโmost likely your boys. you took the fall for him. but it was already too late. The sound dissolved into the night as the door slammed shut, sealing you inside a silence that felt heavier than guilt.
Outside, the city kept breathing, indifferent. Inside, you couldnโt tell if this was the end of somethingโor the start of everything.