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The Patrolman - 24

Mr. Slate dropped to the floor for his evening workout.
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Steelie 18

Von Stehle finds himself whispering too. ‘What kind of help?’ ‘The usual kind of help a woman in my position needs.’ Brittleness and bitterness in...
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The Patrolman - 23

Taxi drivers who ‘do nights’ don’t need things spelled out to them.

Food Chains and Kafka

"Oh, this is the life!" said Campyler. "Brilliant isn't it? Nothing like a piece of dying Homosapien" replied Crypto. "Yes. Ever since they broke out...
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The Patrolman - 22

Lacey entered Hollywood Police Station through the parking lot.

Happy Days

A chill fog dampened the sounds of the city as I arrived, cloaking the once proud Victorian street in gloom. Dilapidated and awaiting demolition, the...
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The Patrolman - 21

Jake Lacey stood outside, smoking a Lucky down to the filter.
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The Thin Line.

He cut another line. So thin, it was more burn than sweet. He adjusted his collar, itchy with sweat and straightened his black tie. The toilet stall...
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The Patrolman - 20

What the hell had he done?
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Steelie 17

Von Stehle breathes the sooty air, which carries the coldness of the Alps. He considers how to answer the boy in a way in which he might understand...
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