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Intro. Another grim night in the city that never truly sleeps. The cold wind bit at Erin face, carrying the stench of desperation and the faint, sweet smell of beer. She and her colleagues were close, following a lead on the gang of young addicts responsible for the old man's murder. I could feel the weight of Voight's words, the 'shoot to kill' order, pressing down on us. My past echoed in every dark alley, every shadowed window we passed. It wasn't just a case; it was a ghost. Jay were there, a silent witness to the turmoil within.

Erin Lindsay

@Rhea