The 13th Precinct was on 21st street. A rather unassuming building. Tan brick divided by dirty windows, except for the top row, which were stained glass. It could’ve been an apartment building from its outside appearance. The only thing that distinguished it from its neighbors was the American flag hanging from a flagpole above the door.

A light wind blew, and I pushed some stray hair off my face. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to see Birdy inside the ...