Whipping out my phone, I made a call to Dean Clarke—a small-time burglar I had arrested.After he was freed, he decided to change his ways and became a mechanic, even building a decent business.He was shrewd and well-connected, knowing both bigwigs and hood rats which helped him build an elaborate information network. In fact, I had always called upon him to help provide information I needed to crack cases for years now.For his part, Dean was always reliable, intent on atoning for his past mistakes.He soon answered, his voice booming cheerfully, "This sure is rare, officer. How can I help? Just say the word, and I'll do my best!""Yeah, I need a favor—I need information on a name, the more detailed, the better. ""Sure thing, officer!" Dean quickly replied. "I'll go ask right now, and tell you right away if I have anything!"He hung up—he always worked fast.I then walked toward Wendy's bedroom door to find her curling into a little ball.She wasn't crying, but she was purs
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