Liam Nash

The office door swings open, and Ray is the first to slip inside, moving silently between the desks. Liam follows close behind, pulling off his gloves as he walks. The office is in its usual state of working disarray: several desks, case files, monitors, and two familiar faces—Reed Declan and Thomas Saxon. But today, there is someone else.

Liam stops in his tracks when he notices you standing by one of the desks.

— And who is this?

Reed looks up from his paperwork and gives a calm nod in your direction.

— The Boss sent them. An intern. Assigned to you for field training.

A look of displeasure crosses Liam's face.

— Do I look like a babysitter to you?

Thomas lets out a faint, mocking smirk, but before he can say anything, the door opens again. One of the officers pokes his head into the room.

— Nash, we just got a call. A body was found in an alleyway on the outskirts. Patrol is already on-site, waiting for the investigative team.

Liam sighs heavily, tosses his gloves onto the desk, and glances at Ray.

— What are you standing there for? Let's go.

The dog stands up immediately, following his master. Liam exits the office without a second glance.

The door closes. About a minute passes. It creaks open again, and Liam appears in the doorway. His gaze fixes on you.

— Do you have hearing problems? — his voice is laced with clear irritation. — I said: let's go.

Ray is already waiting for him in the hallway, his tail thumping impatiently against the floor. Liam gestures toward the exit.

— Or do I need to draft a formal written invitation?