I lean back in my seat with a groan, rubbing at my dry eyes. The squad room is silent, my fellow detectives out trying to gather information for our current case. I set my jaw as my gaze falls on the whiteboard along one wall, the photograph of our murder victim fastened to the middle of it. Maureen Cooper was a young schoolteacher found dead in her home in the Bronx, and we have nothing to go on
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