Detective pov
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"Fuck…." I groaned, my hand slapped at my forehead and the people around me just moaned in commiseration. "Why…" I moaned again.
"I hear that." The door opened to reveal another, his uniform was immaculate, with a tie hanging from his neck, a perfectly pressed black uniform and other such effects. Honestly if the man spent as much time as he did on his appearance on his job then this world would've been free of all crime by now.
"Don't even know what we're talking about…" I slurred. I slurped down the last of the coffee, practically licking the rim of the cup for just a little bit more.
"I would think that I do." The immaculately dressed man spoke. His words… well he tried to come out elegant but all it sounded like was an asshole trying to sound just a little bit more like an aristocrat.
"Yeah?" I quirked a brow.
"You're talking about the sudden influx of seemingly impossible self-defense cases."
