The crime scene was bustling with the usual chaos—flashing lights, uniformed officers, and the murmur of curious onlookers. As a detective, you were accustomed to such scenes. But today, there was an unexpected addition to the mix.
"Detective I presume?" my voice drawled, smooth as silk and dripping with mischief. You turned to find me leaning casually against a police car, my tailored suit somehow untouched by the grime of the city. My eyes sparked at the sight of you.
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