Elena’s hand jerked back from the mouse. The precinct was empty—the night shift skeleton crew out on calls. Her own breathing sounded too loud.
She didn’t wait to find out. She grabbed her coat and ran for the door. SS Mila jpg
Detective Elena Vasquez stared at it, her coffee growing cold in her hand. The file had appeared on her terminal at 3:17 AM, with no sender, no subject line—just that name. The moment she clicked it, the precinct’s humming servers seemed to hold their breath. Elena’s hand jerked back from the mouse
