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Detective Bumstead finished off the last of his donut standing over the post-teenaged corpse. His stomach churned. It was 3:00 am, and raining. It could rain all night.

"Looks like a tough case, detective." The beat cop spoke under his umbrella.

"When it’s a dead kid, it’s always a tough case, Husselbeck." He replies.

Bumstead watched as the remnants of blood drained from her wound, down the small of her back and into the gutter mixing with the rain and the dirt and the leaves. He sighed. The sun won’t come up tomorrow for this girl.

It rained all night.

The End

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