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"Tell me everything," he said.
Detective Miller let the syllables hang in the air of his cramped office, watching them drift like cigarette smoke toward the water-stained ceiling. Outside, rain drummed a patient rhythm against the window. Inside, the only sound was the hum of the radiator and the ticking of a clock that had run five minutes slow since 1987.
"I don't ask unnecessary ones. There's a difference."
And she did.
"Ms." She didn't sit. Instead, she moved to the window, touching the glass where the rain blurred the city lights into impressionist smears. "And I was told you don't ask questions."