The time of the afternoon has passed a few hours ago. Detective Jones, as many know him as, was sitting in his office at the station, looking through papers. The light that hangs from the ceiling dimly lit most of the room. Outside, seen from the window beside his desk, was now just the stars, a dark sky, and the lights of the city. Few people walking down the sidewalks nor many cars passing down the road. โJust two papers left, then the day is practically over.โ He says to himself.
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