He went back to the murder book. The next case was a woman thrown from a window. He had no leads, no intuition, and a suspect who looked him dead in the eye and said, "I loved her."
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He remembered the war. He remembered the beach, the flames, the medal he tried to refuse. He remembered the badge, the suits, the lies in every suspect’s eyes. But he did not remember the syringe. He went back to the murder book