C9 Baited Steps

Detective Torres stood firm in the doorway, her dark hair pulled back tight and her badge catching the early morning light. She looked exhausted but determined, eyes flicking between Jax and Elara with sharp suspicion. "We need to talk, Rivera. Now."

Jax kept his body between Elara and the detective, shoulders tense. "This is a bad time, Torres."

"Make it a good one," she replied