The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 554

Inside the police department's criminal investigation unit.

Wyatt sat behind his desk with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, flipping through a thick stack of case files.

His brows were slightly furrowed, making him look a bit sterner than usual.

The desk was covered with documents related to Project Evernight, which he had spent the entire afternoon poring over.

Right then, two knocks sounded on the door. "Captain Young, you have a visitor."

"Alright, send them in," Wyatt said without looking up, turning another page of the file.

The door pushed open, and Sloane walked in.

She was wearing a dark puffer jacket zipped all the way up to her chin. Her hair was tied back casually, she wore no makeup, and her lips were a little pale from the cold.

Wyatt lifted his eyes to glance at her. He didn't look surprised or bother with pleasantries. He just closed the file, leaned back in his chair, and pointed to the seat across from him.

"It's you. Have a seat."

He stood up, grabbed the electric kettle on his desk, and poured half a paper cup of warm water, setting it in front of her. Then he sat back down, crossed his legs, leaned against his chair, and asked casually, "Sloane, what brings you here?"

"Officer Wyatt, I want to help Garrison."

Sloane didn't touch the water. She kept her hands on her knees, her back ramrod straight, and stared at him with burning intensity.

Wyatt looked at her with an intrigued expression. "How exactly do you plan on helping?"

"I... I don't know..." Sloane lowered her eyes, twisting her fingers together over her knees, before quickly looking back up, her tone even more urgent. "But at the very least, I can testify for him!"