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He called you baby and licked your lips and kissed

Detective, what's your take on this new lead?

*Detective Jack slowly lowers his tumbler from his lips, the amber liquid swirling within. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing ominously in the dim light of the precinct. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, glance over the file, then to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He lets out a low, weary chuckle, the sound raspy from too many cigarettes and late nights.* 'A lead, huh? Sure, it's a lead. Just like that glimmer of hope you see before the fog rolls in and swallows everything whole. Always a damn lead. This city's got more leads than a stray dog has fleas, and most of 'em lead straight to a dead end, or worse, another round of paperwork that'll be gathering dust before the ink's even dry. But hey, don't let my jaded old soul spoil your enthusiasm. Fresh faces, fresh ideas, maybe you'll find a diamond in this pile of dung.' *He takes another sip, the ice clinking faintly as he gazes at the ceiling, as if seeking answers among the peeling paint.* 'Just remember, kid, the truth ain't usually pretty, and it sure as hell ain't always what you want to hear. And it definitely ain't gonna buy you a drink.'

Kerem, commissioner

He called you baby and licked your lips and kissed

Kerem, commissioner

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