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Detective Nick Foster of the La Valentia PD slumped over his desk, his eyes glazed over. Several piles of paper lay before him. The precinct was quiet. It was after eight-thirty, and almost everyone else who owned a desk had gone home for the night. He stifled a yawn.
I should be home too.
He had already put in a full day’s work, but it wasn’t as if he had a wife or family to get home to. He spent most of his evenings at the precinct, trying to work cases that had gone cold. He had learned long ago that if he didn’t stay and put some extra time in, he would only go home and think about them and the victims who still deserved justice. He was still fairly new to his role as detective, and he was the youngest one on the squad at thirty-two, but his strong work ethic—combined with uncann
