C139 The White Bones Are Exposed to the Wild

It was precisely six o'clock in the evening, yet the streets lacked their usual harmony. The blaring sirens of police cars, the piercing wails of ambulances, and the urgent honking of fire trucks filled the air in a cacophony of warning sounds, as if heralding the imminent arrival of a significant change.

"It's fine. Just head back to the precinct and clean it with alcohol