Chapter 86: The Confrontation

The Police Station loomed ahead. Stepping out of the sleek black car, Tiago adjusted his cufflinks, his face a mask of steely resolve. Lorenzo followed close behind, his gaze scanning their surroundings with practiced vigilance. As they entered the station, a familiar figure emerged from behind the reception desk. Officer Leao approached them, a flicker of anger and disappointment, clouding his eyes. Lorenzo, ever perceptive, instantly sensed the tension crackling in the air. He subtly positioned himself between Tiago and Leao, his hand brushing against Tiago's arm in a silent warning. "Mr. Alarcão," Leao greeted, his voice laced with a formality that felt oddly distant. "We were expecting you." Tiago met Leao's gaze head-on, his composure unwavering. "Indeed," he replied, his voice betraying none of the emotions Lorenzo suspected were churning beneath the surface. "Perhaps," Lorenzo interjected, his voice low and firm, "this conversation would be best conducted with the actual