Vincent adjusted the way he was sitting for the tenth time. The furniture in their lobby was serviceable, but not suited for extended use. And they had been interviewing Mrs. Tambor for what seemed like an eternity. The woman was a mess, and rightly so. Her son had gone missing over a week ago...
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