Damian's POV

The police station smelled like coffee and old paper. I was seated across from two detectives, recounting what had happened, but my mind was running on a parallel track, trying to piece everything together.

They took quick notes, exchanged looks like they were waiting for me to add something more significant, but I had nothing beyond the facts. Or rather, almost nothing.

What I didn't say was that the entire scene had felt… staged.

A gunshot to the shoulder, at a perfect ang