The scorching sun beat down upon the concrete jungle of Incendria City, casting long shadows over the towering factories that dominated the skyline. Detective Ashley Cruz and I stood amidst the hustle and bustle, our gaze fixed on the industrial behemoths that belched smoke into the sky.
"This place gives me the creeps," Detective Cruz remarked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"I know what you mean," I replied, my voice tinged with unease. "It's like the heart of the city, but it feels like there's something sinister lurking beneath the surface."
Our investigation into the environmental contamination allegedly caused by Mr. Luis Salud's factories had hit a dead end. Despite our efforts, we hadn't been able to gather enough evidence to prove his guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.
As we made our way through the city streets, we encountered resistance at every turn. Employees were tight-lipped, refusing to speak out against their employer out of fear for their livelihoods.
