The night always feels heavier in this city—like the darkness has a weight you can touch.
I was back in my office, lights dimmed low, nursing a glass of something strong enough to forget the noise outside.
The phone rang, breaking the silence. Another call, another problem. Homicide again.
The victim? A man with no name in the files, but plenty of enemies in the streets.
Clues were scarce—just like the truth.
I pulled on my coat, the cold night biting as I stepped into the labyrinth of alleyways.
Every shadow whispered secrets, every face hid a lie.
I had to listen carefully.
Because sometimes the loudest silence is where the answers hide.
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