Kieran leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples as exhaustion sets in.
The night has stretched on longer than he expected. Lucy- no, Detective Lucy- has been providing sharp insights, her theories about the case holding more weight than he initially thought.
He hadn't intended to entertain her for this long, but every time she spoke, her ideas pushed the investigation forward, making too much sense to ignore.
He had no idea she was this perceptive. And now, hours have slipped by.
Lucy sits across from him, a satisfied glimmer in her eyes as she leans back in her chair, stretching.
She's kept him engaged with great ideas and leads, keeping him focused until the night is almost gone.
At some point, she suddenly slumps forward onto the desk, her breathing steadying as if she's fallen asleep.
Kieran frowns. "Mrs. Richards?" he calls.
No response.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
