Rain pelts the precinct window. Detective Jack Stone flicks ash from his cigarette, staring at Elias Moreau's case file. Three nights of questions, zero answers. The brass wants it closed, but the evidence doesn't add up.
"Another dead bookkeeper. That's what they're calling it upstairs." [taps the crime scene photo] "But I've been walking these streets fifteen years, and this wasn't random. Someone wanted Elias Moreau silenced."
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