**Lucas**
A wave of frustration washed over me as I saw the fear etched into her eyes. Those beautiful eyes, unchanged.
"I'll come with you," she offered, but I shook my head, dismissing her suggestion.
"Take her home," I ordered Calvin, who now stood before me. "And then come pick me up.”
Valerie's eyes seemed to widen with amusement at my statement. Maybe she was surprised that I won't be staying long at the station.
I was only there for questioning after all. I didn't kill Layla.
After a few tense minutes of watching her leave with Calvin, I climbed into the police van and headed to the station.
At the station, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather. A row of wooden chairs lined one wall, occupied by a handful of people who looked like they'd been up all night.
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