Detective Peter Pux sat at his desk, staring at the empty folder in front of him. The case was finally closed, and Max Jones had been locked away for good.

Pux couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It had been a long and grueling investigation, but they had finally caught the bad guy.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. It had been a tough year, but he was grateful to have a job that he loved. He knew that he had made a difference in the world, and that was all that mattered.

Just then, his partner, Detective Jenna Lee, walked into the room. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Pux smiled and nodded. "I'm good," he said. "Just glad it's all over."

Lee grinned. "Me too," she said. "But I'm sure we'll have another case to work on soon enough. You ready for it?"

Pux laughed. "Always," he said. "I'm a detective. It's what I do."

As he stood up and gathered his things, Pux couldn't help but feel grateful for the life he had. He had a job he loved, a partner he respected, and a city that he was proud to protect.

It was a good day to be Detective Peter Pux.