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“FITZGERALD!”

I turntowards me, his face set in stone

“Yeah?”

“Man’s here Clai Barber’s murder”

I stand so fast, the chair I was sitting in nearly topples to the ground Disregarding it, Aest lead yet If this ood chance he’ll be able to identify the Ghost Killer

The witness is standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets and an anxious look on his weathered face Dude looks like he’s been through a war or two Ragged, dirty clothes filled with holes and reek of stale piss and seater

I note each feature on his face, ivesaround the precinct like he’s waiting for Freddy Krueger to pop out Usually the case when civilians find the full of law enforcement officers

When he sees me, he stills and slips a hand from of his pocket and holds it out to me for a handshake I pause Witnesses don’t usually try to shake my hand Reluctantly, I slapchills down my spine as I stare into his eyes His squeezes o

“Benedict Davis,” he introduces, his voice higher-pitched than I would’ve guessed

“Detective Fitzgerald Follow ation rooms

Benedict settles in across the table froers loosely A about sitting at the table makes him feel restless

“Alright, Mr Davis, I hear you witnessed a murder Can you tell me about it?”

He clears his throat and shifts again “I was on s on 3rd street when I heard a commotion Now usually I’, but the screanore Four ether under the train tracks Twohiun in one hand, a bloody knife in the other Looked like so