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             With his arms crossed in his smoking jacket, Killcheck asked, "So what do you want me to do, Lieutenant? Should I call in the usual suspects?"
             "Sure, Detective, round 'em up and see what you can get out of 'em."
             Three hours later, on the other side of town, the last suspect was apprehended. A knock came to Terrance Conner's door at about ten. Before getting up from the rusted aluminum table and his breakfast of cold cereal, Terrance, annoyed by the knock yelled, "whose there?"
             "MPD, open the door!" came a muffled voice from behind the thin wood door whose tan paint peeled in cracks and flakes.
             "Shit. Alright, hold on," Getting up from his creaking chair, Terrance slumped over to the door, from the hallway the click of locks was heard and finally the door creped open. "Can I help you guys?" Conner's, the previous day, was fired from his job and this was just the icing on the cake.
             "Your under arrest..." said the officer with a stoic tone.
             "For what?" asked Conner followed by a ridiculous laugh.
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