Rain slams against the window. Sabio is sitting on the bed, eyes glued to his laptop. He's cursing. Every lead they had is dead. Sabio: Like a damn ghost, no trace...Fcking Houdini...Larkin, eyes on the street, smirks Larkin: You whine a lot for a detective. Sabio snaps back Sabio: I vent. Larkin points: A shadow by a van Larkin: Sabio. Sabio sighs Sabio: What? Larkin: Look. They watch you get in the van, then bolt out into the rain Larkin: STOP! Sabio: Don't make me run in the rain!
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23/03/2025
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23/03/2025