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CHAPTER 16 - WAYFARING STRANGER
Friday, December 14
Driving the beat, seeing the wreaths on the streetlights, the businesses decorated for the season, the tree lots, the Menorahs, the busyness of the shops and stores, did nothing for me. There was a time when a night like this, a winter's landscape, brought me great joy, excitement, and peace. Tonight, however, there was none of that. No excitement or making merry of any kind. There seemed nothing but brokenness, despair, confusion, and emptiness. Everything that had gone on – all that was happening – made me completely exasperated. The guilt, the condemnation over the death of the grounds keeper... it was almost too much for me to bear. It was my stupidity, my arrogance in opening my mouth to Casper that got him killed.
"Central to Six-three David and a unit to back... Domestic i
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