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“I’ve got the files in the other room,” Edward pointed to the living room with a nod, “Looks like you got yourself a competition, Dancer.”

Leaning along the kitchen counter, Thompson spills his beans, “Someone’s been leavin’ bodies across the city in pieces like sprinkles on a Dunkin’ Donut.”

He crossed his arms. “Ten bodies we know of — so far. No connect to any of ‘em just yet, but I’m workin’ it night and day like a mule.”

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