"Nathan, she just keeps repeating that. She won't answer any questions properly."
The officer looked at Nathan with difficulty. "We can't hold them here forever."
Nathan stared at Mrs. Morel through the glass and whispered a few instructions.
The officer's eyes lit up. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and relayed the message to his colleague conducting the interrogation inside.
Nora raised an eyebrow, wondering what Nathan had told them.
To her surprise, Mrs. Morel suddenly shot up from her chair, agitated. "That's slander! I can sue you for this!"
"I won't let you talk about my son like that!"
"That's just a vicious rumor someone made up because they were jealous of him! My son would never do those things!"
The interrogating officer remained calm in the face of Mrs. Morel's outburst. "But we already have evidence."
"You broke into a police station and vandalized property today. If you can't explain why and refuse to take responsibility, you will be facing criminal detention."
"No…"
Mrs. Morel's lips trembled. "You can't do this to us… You're the ones slandering my son…"
The officer didn't respond.
Mrs. Morel clutched her head, the rose gold bracelet on her wrist jingling softly.
It was unclear what thought crossed her mind, but she suddenly fell quiet.
Everyone waited patiently. After about ten minutes, Mrs. Morel spoke softly, "If I agree to apologize and pay for the damages, can I go home?"
At her words, a collective sigh of relief went through the room.
What Mrs. Morel and the others had done could be treated as a major or minor offense. The damage to the forensics lab wasn't severe, and Julia's injuries weren't serious. If they had insisted on not taking responsibility, it would have been difficult for the police to press the matter too hard.
Nathan pulled his gaze away and started walking out.
Nora hesitated for a moment before following him.
Her voice trailed off with a playful lilt, giving her words an almost teasing quality. For a moment, it almost sounded like she was flirting.
Nathan stopped in his tracks, his breath hitching as his gaze locked onto hers.
Completely oblivious to his reaction, Nora just looked at him with confusion when she noticed he had stopped. "What's wrong?"
Nathan cleared his throat and, taking a few long strides to catch up with her, said, "Nothing."
Nora’s sharp eyes caught the slight flush creeping up his neck. She felt a flicker of puzzlement but didn't press him on it.
Back at the task force office, Nora uploaded the autopsy report she had written earlier to the team's internal portal.
She also tagged everyone in the group chat: [The autopsy report is up. Feel free to ask me any questions.]
A long line of replies quickly formed below: [Got it.]
Nora scanned the chat but didn't see a reply from Nathan. She couldn't help but glance toward his office.
Behind the glass wall that took up half the room, the man was sitting at his computer, completely absorbed in what he was reading. His focused profile was devastatingly handsome.

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