It took forever for the cops to leave. They swarmed my office building like ants do to a picnic. I had never felt so violated in my entire life; between the endless questioning and them covering everything in my office with that nasty black dust. Looking at the mess they were making was starting to give me a headache, not only had my best friend died, I would now have to pay a buttload of money to get this place cleaned up.

The whole thing would not have been as bad if it was not for that damned police dog. Most everything I could deal with, except the way the German Shepherd looked at me, his biddy eyes following my every move. At one point I could have sworn the dog even spoke to me. I know this sounds insane, but I was sitting in a chair with my head hung between my knees as the boys in blu...

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