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2024-12-15 20:30:32The precinct was bustling with activity as Matthew stepped inside, the scent of coffee and ink mingling with the hum of ringing phones and hurried conversations.
He made his way to the reception desk, where a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and a weary smile was typing away at her computer. She glanced up as he approached.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see the new detective assigned for the Mr. K´s case,” Matthew said, keeping his tone neutral.
The woman nodded, clicking through her screen. “Ah, the interim partner for the Mr. K case.” She gestured toward the second floor. “His office is upstairs, second door on the right. Can’t miss it… he’s probably got his feet up on the desk.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow at that but said nothing, simply nodding his thanks before heading toward the staircase.
As he reached the second floor, he found the door slightly ajar. Pus
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The cellblock woke up like always—Yelling in the hallway, doors clanking open, the metallic rhythm of another day slamming into place.Cassidy sat up slowly.Faces moved in and out of sight. Some rushed toward the showers, others just dragged their moods into the light.He wasn’t in a hurry. Never was.He pulled on the folded t-shirt from the edge of the bed.Brushed his teeth with bottled water.Wiped his face with a damp towel — no showers. Not before breakfast. Not with that crowd.The main corridor was already alive when he stepped out of his cell.Guards doing rounds. One inmate cursing another over sneakers. Business as usual.Cassidy turned left.Stopped in front of the duty board.A single sheet, taped up crookedly — grimy, creased, bruised by time and too many curious hands.He scanned it.Slow. Deliberate.Cassidy Hills – South Wing – Block Cleaning, Day 17.He read the rest of the names.Saw who’d be wit
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