He could barely sit still at the precinct all day, so when the wall clock finally struck five, the detective hastily killed his PC with an unfinished solitaire game on the screen, pulled on his rumpled old jacket, and grabbed the keys. Then, he saw James Gardner, his best friend and son of the chief of the homicide division, poking his head in the door.
"Hey. Old man said he wanted to see you."
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