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Inspector Stan Sorensen slumped into the driver’s seat of his unmarked car. Another case closed. It was a good feeling, but as his eyes absently scanned the neighborhood he knew it wouldn’t last. There was always another case, always more people who’d been hurt, more creeps to chase down. He sighed. There was a time he’d thrived on it, but retirement was going to feel so good. He flipped open his notebook, wrote down one more detail, then reached for the ignition. His hand froze as his eyes rested on a small house across the street. Much like all the others, it had seen better days. His eyes narrowed as the memory surfaced. A young girl’s face with dark eyes that held such longing it hurt him to even remember. He sat up straight. That case had never been closed. He reached for his notebook again and made another note. I hate loose ends.