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CHAPTER 6: TOUGH ARREST

作者: Joyce_Oloh
last update 最終更新日: 2026-03-16 19:34:29

The patrol car’s red and blue lights cut through the humid Chicago night, strobing across the shattered display cases of the upscale Michigan Avenue jewelry store. Sergeant Elena Ramirez stepped out of the cruiser, her black tactical boots crunching on scattered emeralds and diamonds that glittered like broken glass under the streetlamps. At thirty-four, she was one of the CPD’s sharpest detectives in the burglary unit, tall, athletic build honed from years on the force, dark hair pulled into a
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