The Golden Downtown
Act I "You can't just bury it, Crescencio, the board is breathing down my neck and the pension fund is bleeding out, so tell me what you want, money or your badge?" I looked at Detective Raul Mendoza, who stood in the doorway of my office, his tie loosened against the humidity that had swollen the doorframe until the wood groaned with every breath. The air in the precinct smelled of wet wool...
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