Chapter 83 Stranger Things

• Asher's POV
• The room felt heavier than it should. The low buzz of Axel’s voice as he dissected the dead boy’s case had become background noise. Papers covered the table, half-crumpled notes scattered amidst coffee-stained maps and crime scene photos. My head throbbed from overthinking every dead-end lead.
• Then Aiden stormed into the room. His arrival, usually casual and deliberate, was hurried and stiff. His hair stuck up as if he’d run his hand through it too many times, and the look in his eyes wasn’t one I liked.