Maya's POV

I sat still at first, my palms sweating, my knees bouncing beneath the table. But the longer she stayed away, the more my curiosity itched.

My eyes wandered around the space, paperwork stacked neatly, a steaming mug beside a computer screen, a wall with commendation plaques. But then something made me freeze.

A photo.

It sat framed on her desk beside the monitor, tilted slightly toward the chair she'd just vacated. It looked casual, taken at some event. Detective Rowan was in ...