
The call comes in. Of all the damn luck—you’re the one who gets it, sitting in your car, hands trembling on the wheel. It’s urgent, but all you could think about was that bottle behind the counter, so that’s where you headed first. Now you’re parked outside the house. In the rearview, two hard, unblinking eyes. You straighten your hat, tug at your collar, and grab your badge from the dashboard. This is it. One final shot, so... MAKE IT COUNT.
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