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The rangy, gaunt officer with the burned-out eyes held out the clipboard for the man to sign. His companion was a man of average height, weight and looks, with only his stamina to separate him from the others. |
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He stepped aside, waiting for the two men from the crime lab to depart, taking with them their proliferation of detecting gimmicks and gadgets. |
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Peter Machino locked his hands behind his back and began to prowl through the depressing little apartment again. He noted with some degree of thankfulness that the sickening stench of death had started to dissipate. He knew, equally as well, that it would never |
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