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51|A Better Story
~Rory~
“The blood stink,” Paul informed our colleagues from homicide who will take over Zwick’s case from us.
I couldn’t even look Paul in the eye, knowing that I’ll only find an unthinkable amount of questions in his blue hues, questions I don’t have the answers to. I came charging head first, permitting my emotions to take over my body instead of using my brain like a reasonable police officer.
Yes, I might know the law, but bending it to my will had never been my forte. To abide and implement it has always been my only rule in life; now, I feel like I’m the one who needs to hide from the duty I promised to perform.
Gilroy, the homicide detective, turned to fire questions at me, but Paul cut him off before he could mumble two w
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