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FREEDOM

Synopsis

The problem isn’t that I don’t care. It’s that I’m not allowed. I’ve sat behind this old, worn, but solid desk, doing this job, looking at these files, answering that phone for twenty plus years. When I joined the police force, it was an unspoken requirement to give a damn about your cases. Personal connections with the victims or their families became imperative. The emotional bond that existed was often the only thing that pushed an investigation to resolution. But those days are long gone, and I am the only schmuck gumshoe who even remembers them.