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I stood over her body. The deep red of her blood stood out violently against the cold grey cement. The sirens were getting louder. They'd be here any minute. I knew if I ran it'd look real bad for me. I'd made the NYPD look like fools for years. They'd jump at the chance to nail my rear end to the cross (especially that smug prick Wakowski) but those sirens were just too loud.
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