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Pryce followed Captain Patrick to his office, swallowing hard when the captain closed the door behind them.
“Sir, if I may explain myself—”
“Sit down, Officer Murphy,” Captain Patrick said.
Pryce gulped and lowered himself to the seat across the desk from the menacing captain. Pryce believed Captain Patrick to be a fair man, one who would listen to the evidence before making any assumptions.
But maybe not.
“I understand you had an encounter with the vigilante tonight,” Captain Patrick said. His voice was low, like a father trying to get a child to confess to wrongdoing.
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you get a good look at her?”
Pryce shook his head and dropped his gaze. “No, sir.”
Captain Patrick was silent for a long moment. “I know you’ve been working hard to prove yourself lately.”
“Sir
