The dull hum of the TV filled the cozy living room, its glow reflecting off the dark coffee table scattered with stray magazines. Don was lounged on the leather couch, one arm draped lazily over the back while the other held the TV remote loosely.
He flicked through the channels until stopping at the local news station.
A well-dressed anchorwoman with sharp features and a professional demeanor spoke from the screen. Behind her, a montage of grainy footage from outside the Deadly Damsels bar played—police cars flashing red and blue in the early morning fog, officers cordoning off the area, and hazy snapshots of suspects being dragged away.
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