At the police station, things moved quickly.

Celeste was soon whisked away for a solo interrogation.

The thick steel door clanged shut, and the officer, in uniform, gave her a thorough once-over.

"What's with the rough look?" Zoe scrutinized the young woman in front of her.

Celeste's outfit was upscale, but her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess, like she'd been through a lot.

Knowing Celeste's capabilities, Zoe, a senior officer at Sea City Police ...