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NICK RARELY USED HIS issued light and siren, but he didn’t hesitate revving it up that morning. Though it was early, there was already traffic packed tight on the 10 and even with the siren, he found himself ducking onto the shoulder more than he should have.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how Ray had trusted him. Ray told him he was being set up for something and he had just ignored him. Nick knew he should’ve called someone right away to cordon off the area, but he didn’t want to admit to Jimenez he’d been wrong, that he’d let a witness die on his watch. It was the second day in a row where a phone call woke him up about a body.
When he got to The Dawkins House, he held his badge out in front of his chest, hoping no one would stop his forward momentum toward the dormitory. There w
