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CHAPTER 65: RIGGED SYSTEM
Author: NEIL INSPIRO
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At the hotel, the thick folders scattered across the desk were filled with dead ends.

Gregory stared at the active police report from his wheelchair. It was the file on the hitman attack that had happened over a year ago. The interrogation notes taken before Thomas Washington’s death were the only piece of criminal evidence Gregory had, yet even that file was sitting frozen on a detective’s desk, crawling through the system at a snail’s pace.

Every other lead Gregory had painstakingly gathered
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