Kirsten's Desk

Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over Kirsten's desk in Norland Road Police Station, where monitors hum and paperwork stacks high. Kirsten taps at her computer, her stoic focus breaking into a rare smile as Catherine recounts a dark anecdote about a drugged climber. Shafiq sets down tea nearby, the small gesture warming the tense air of routine police work interrupted by undercurrents of dread.