The rabbit appeared on a Tuesday, in a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant on Wentworth Avenue.
I was already three days into a case that wasn't going anywhere—some petty theft in Hyde Park, the kind of thing that pays in coffee and stale cigarettes. I was supposed to be watching a suspect's apartment. Instead, I was eating a sandwich I didn't want and watching rain turn the street into a black mirror. That's when I saw it. White. In a dumpster full of garbage bags and broken cardboard....
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