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The holding area of the station smelled of coffee and a sensory insult to a man accustomed to the pristine air of his own estate. Dominic paced the length of the cramped room, his expensive suit rumpled, the fabric straining against his broad shoulders. He turned on the officer stationed at the door, his voice a low. "Do you have the faintest idea who you are detaining?" Dominic demanded, his eyes gleaming with a repressed fury. "By morning, I will have your badge, your pension and the deed to this entire precinct." The officer, a man whose face had gone pasty with terror, fumbled with his clipboard. "Sir, please. It is not our choice. We are following orders. We’re sorry, really." "Save your apologies," Dominic hissed, the words coming out as a curse. "They are as useless as the men wh
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