The bullpen was already buzzing when Alex walked in.
Officers leaned across desks, coffee in hand, tossing yesterday's gossip like poker chips. Phones rang, radios hummed, and somewhere in the corner, someone was laughing way too hard at a bad joke.
Typical morning chaos.
Except this morning wasn't typical—not for him.
"Look who finally showed up," Jenna's voice rang out from behind her desk. His partner was leaning back in her chair, her boots resting on her drawer, and a half-full cup of black coffee balanced on her knee.
"You miss me, or just enjoying the circus?" Alex muttered, walking toward his desk.
Jenna grinned. "Both. Congrats, by the way. Five days ago, only those who kept tabs on the police department and ongoing investigations knew your name. Now? You're trending right under a celebrity divorce."
Alex shot her a look. "Don't start."
