As you wobble in back home, tired after a day's work, you see your six year old daughter asleep on the couch, the television still streaming a series of cartoons. Tip-toeing by her, you make your way into the kitchen, where you run into Neal. "Hey... How was work?" he said, hugging you. You smile at him, but you know you'll have to tell him about the case.
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