Good Morning.veronica -

The war had just begun. And Veronica Torres, for the first time in a long time, was wide awake.

"I'm the man who makes the world make sense. You chase monsters because you think they're rare. I'm calling to tell you—they're just employees. And you're keeping them from their overtime." good morning.veronica

She didn't wait for his answer. She was already walking toward her battered Fiat, the same one she'd driven into a river three months ago chasing a suspect. The water had almost won. But Veronica had learned to hold her breath longer than most. The war had just begun

Outside, her phone buzzed. A text from Angela: Morning, Mom. Made you coffee. Come home. Mom. Made you coffee. Come home.