At the police station
Arriving at the police station, Ethan stormed through the doors. The sterile environment smelled of cleaning products and old paper. Behind the counter, a tired-looking officer glanced up. “I’m here to see my wife,” Ethan said firmly, his voice quivering with emotion. “Julia Harper. She was brought in a few minutes ago.” The officer frowned and typed something into the computer. “Wait here,” he said before disappearing into a back room.
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